Spring
S Stefanie Fontker
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Peeling back the rest
Of what remains
There is nothing left
To pick in this
Long forgotten garden
The infertile soil
That sits in this
Old beat up heart
Cannot hold the love
You have come to plant
In a sacred ritual
Only held in Spring
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş