Spring
How could I forget your tender touch, my sweet love of spring?
Twilight stars that bring in night, such lonely nights of musing.
Songs I sing to alley cats, they listen’in somewhat confused.
To tunes that fill the empty steps that tap the wet concrete
Till the time completes, and tide rescinds away from earth’s embrace
I will patiently, take my wait and make joy in masquerade
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