Tempus Fugit

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Life

Your voice
Is the signal
That the long
And dreary
Winter is
Over;
Gone are
The days
Filled with
Cold and
Loneliness,
Of longing
And tears,
Now is the
Time to look
Forward to
Spring,
Like lovers
Separated by
War,
I will welcome
You with arms
Wide open,
With a smile
I only reserve
For you,
And when
I envelop you
With my body,
Hidden flowers
Will bloom
Inside me,
Their fragrances
Has always been
For you.

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