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Blossom of the spring first flowers
Was it like for me that day,
When the life in rainbow marbles
Turned to energetic sway.

The brightest scent left on my shirt
Thievishly reminds me of her touch,
When the trophy in alert
Seemed lucky clover in my palm, so much...

However it's a destiny of every bonfire
To breed black lifeless logs
Be it a plan or, greater,.. desire
Ends it all in "of war dogs".

Unable to explain dream of bird
I am; Like with a sealed mouth
May only smell and see you blurred
And place my faith on wind due south.

Reasons are unknown, but to me;
And alibi reports corrupted file
Unlike the easy game of Frisbee
Same rules now only rile.

Hell waits me for the deed
Arranging the biggest pot
Nastily smiles the ruling D
At my "Not ready yet"..save God!

But the rotten core must be sought in time
Which is hardly perfect
When I melt as you kindly smile
Intoxicated by the cliche subject.

Yet I am a truly happy man
To survive the February 25th,
And to get a toothlike spick-and-span
Instead of lot your lovely words forthwith.