As The Spring Wakes

Yet the spring wakes on with its band orchestra As the lovers hang on together by the muse deep of darkness slowly disappear from the night white dusts of the day as intense start biting the drum the moment seems to reflex by the heart of queen Voices when distracts by the melody of the hours the jingling breeze mused to flow gently over the bridge lest the ripples by the river may hear the co primes when the math of quantum colors to paint the art of love hiding the shadow of fear from the petals of the rose birds still ramps on the meadow by the remniscence of the grief as the dew curves its dream by gleams of the morning sun twilight expands its arms by the blue aesthetics raves up by the mist yet half opened of last session unflinching to the blue moon of the last night evening when mellowed to the meadows green meandering its make up into the last breath of eyes the glaze of the tunes redeems by the mirror each speckles of sorrow expends into long silence holding the hands of splendors by the bliss as school children enjoy the holidays after the exams.