Springtime Will Be Unique
Your beautiful vanity will resurrect the weak
Growing emeralds changing landscapes by the week
The pitiful old man couldn't see past obsessive bleak
His white canvas now serves to feed that which you seek
The maple fire in your eyes now flows with every creak
Oh, beautiful mother, that ice will become your creek
So long this is goodbye, this springtime will be unique
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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