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.
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