Wool and Mink
You're the April in my March, you make my tulips grow
In brilliant colors, majesty, bursting through the snow
Your sunlit face, your dazzling smile, warm my coldest day
And the bluest eyes I've ever seen do whisk me away
To a land unheard of, never mapped, and never someone knew
Where the sunsets are incredible, and only seen by two
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2022
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