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Signs of Spring

I did not see you yesterday
and the winds were cruel.
North wind played his
game again and stole
a harp from South.

You were constant
on my mind and in my heart
I held the last breath
you gave me in a kiss.
Oh how can I ever
release what I hold dear.

So why do snowdrops
bow their heads, when
all around are signs of Spring?
Is it that they know
but too afraid to show?

I shall close my eyes,
for it is in my dreams
I conjure mirages
and sip, sweet life ~
the life of love inside.

Poetry by Elle