Our Spring
The warm glow exaggerates,
Cafe coffee cobblestones,
First birds gather, comatose,
Infusions fill the empty ears,
Weathered couples perambulate,
In cozy, happy atmospheres
Winter grins and bears
The end he knows is near.
The wait is almost over,
Not that it matters much,
We met on the horizon,
And now we almost touch.
Yes it's more than just a moment
Our spring will soon be here.
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