Will This Last
crimson spring cast it brought
like a torrential rain of onslaught,
erupting hot, it left one and all distraught;
till a fall apart got it to a naught
chilling me how this be fought,
saw me soon drenched in deep thought.
reason and resolve glisten to an upper slot
pouring out was checked in its spot,
turning me into a cool and collected lot,
joys of spring and surprise this brought
a warm mien that all and I sought;
wit and will saw fall of Anger shot
pray this shine will last.
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