They say it's a regular show,
When the ground starts to snow,
And the flowers take a bow.
They say it'll be over before I know,
Just when everything became white and aglow.
I bury myself in a place deep below,
Crush the seeds of spring they sow,
Near limpid waters that swiftly flow.
Of all the things I know not how,
To make it last forever yet I vow.
Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016
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