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revival
we forgot the warmth of sunny days, saturating sapphire skies
it melts the frost off my skin
and dusts my psyche
so, i wait for bloom
just as the desert did this march
no, i cannot rush the season
forced germination yields nothing, does it?
my pale, frail flower
she cries for help
pink has abandoned her cheeks
we hug in cobwebbed rooms, and i whisper:
“revival is on the horizon”
and it will eclipse the depressive gloom.
it melts the frost off my skin
and dusts my psyche
so, i wait for bloom
just as the desert did this march
no, i cannot rush the season
forced germination yields nothing, does it?
my pale, frail flower
she cries for help
pink has abandoned her cheeks
we hug in cobwebbed rooms, and i whisper:
“revival is on the horizon”
and it will eclipse the depressive gloom.
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