She comes,
like a spring dream,
Not long with me to stay,
She goes like morning breeze without
a trace.
#435 — Vernal Dream;
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akyllus
mute visual mind, a head full of thoughts, struggling, to find the right words.
She comes,
like a spring dream,
Not long with me to stay,
She goes like morning breeze without
a trace.
