Three years

Three years have passed me in a haze
And I forgot how to observe
And I forgot my time and place
And I forgot my own true words

I have dismissed the sparks of joy
When I discovered something new
When life was nothing but a toy
When, daringly, I still loved you

When spring had blossomed in my heart—
Never to give me what I lack
Never to end, only to start
Never to ever change me back

Never to wither, so I thought
But then three years lastly passed
Three years—in one mighty blast
Three years, turning all to naught

Three years on a one-way train
Three years of both love and pain
Three years, all gone down the drain.

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The Spring

Oh yes
The Spring has come
The quiet beating of the drum
Is ever closer to behold
As beauties of new life unfold
And, from under piles of snow,
Emerge victorious of the winter blow

And, in me,
A new myself lies dormant, too
My body yearns for something new,
A new direction, paved by none
But morning rays of growing Sun,
Whose shine, so cleansing and so fine
Reflects in corner of my weary eye

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Gust of Spring

 Oh what fine fragrance
And outstanding odour
The soft, silky smell sweeps
Straight out of the front door

New winds wish you welcome
With a warm, mellow breeze
As they blow with mild freshness
And ascend towards trees

Filling air with a perfume
Seasoned with a spiced dust
An engulfing experience
That enthrals you with lust

And my nose laughs with tears
And my breath makes me jump
For I, my dear readers
Just had a big dump

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Summer’s almost gone

Everyone’s so damn excited ‘bout spring and summer
But hey, for the next month it’ll be far too cold
And once midsummer strikes, the sunny days are almost over
Bright Helios will set down earlier, the days get old

And after that, each morn that will come hither
You’ll know that’s one day’s worth of summer hours less
Towards all rainy autumn, harsh, cold, hard winter
And nights and darkness; endless, lifeless mess

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Whom am I kidding, bloody hell
When I say “everyone’s excited”, count me in as well!

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