Spring Flowers

I cannot wait for spring flowers.
The invitations have begun to Spring.

I used to think I loved spring flowers
until they got this year so beautiful and pleasure,

the whole world away at the,
sunk in sweet and nice.

Goodbye, winter:
you were supposed to love us

from spring but everyone just slumped
into you, happy sacks

Pulling the shade down on an evening
Of a few too many rich things.

Well, I will have another.
I'll have spring. The spring of flowers

To stay in your dimly lit rooms
Scrubbed clean of their entire spring flower.

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