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whispers of spring
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Hyacinth garden
nothing lives, nothing is born
something so bare
snow flies silently
through the crisp night air
albino residing
winter has no luck of life
no way to see love gleaming
the sorrow of night
old spirit left wanting
nudge the insomniac crescent moon
articulate mornings voice
and still,
it is so still this chilled air
scattered flurries, hurry the color grey
like a dirge without music
I can feel a tremble
in seasons Persephone promised
it strides unbroken,
it prompts this route
to listen for whispers of spring from inside earth's foundation
