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Monday, April 16, 2012

Spring sonata in G minor

April. Puberty swells in the glands of a girl
The garden’s abloom with butterfly twirl
The children run restless from a pool to a park
The forest grows heavy with foliage and bark

Nesting under my window fifty species of birds
In the midst of migration stop to throw idle words
In G minor enticing fifty feathered throats groan
Yelling over each other in an endless love song

April came into my bed
Tell me something I forget
Tell me something to regret
Lately, I have lost my head

Who loved whom first?
Who quenched whose thirst?
From birds to flowers
From sun to showers
From song to dance
From smile to chance
From fish to sea
From you to me

A smile was bright like evening star
Never enough, always too far
Like a reflection of lost soul
It burned right through the night with coal

April. Love came to my head
Left me swimming in cold sweat
Leaving little to regret
Took away what I forget

Bringing flowers and evening showers
Bridging the sea from you to me
Weaving a dance from glance to chance
Driving a spree from glee to plea

April came into my room
Found me rising in full bloom
Told me birds and I were free
Left me nothing but to be

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