7th of April and raw green grass grew literally everywhere Greenery and blossom fooled everyone into thinking This is the new beginning, not all hope is lost, not yet Half the trees already shook off their petals, white and pink Silky and bright, like confetti, there’s a celebration You promised you’d come by for coffee and weeks have passed If you won’t come soon, I swear, I won’t have anything left to give you. image source: unsplash