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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