Hasten Spring
a cold wind blows
through this empty place
a soulful tune
of hidden grace
echoes through
these hollow halls
arias of
its woeful calls.
A haunting tune
it ebbs and flows
fills this empty place
then goes.
the melancholy
hymn it sings
in this empty heart
it rings.
A cold wind blows
its lamenting dirge
a piercing deep
unyielding purge.
Hasten spring
Oh, remembered bliss
this empty place
awaits your kiss.
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