Scents Of An Undying Spring.

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 Scents Of An Undying Spring.

Holding on to a dried flower for so long,
Ah’ many spring times around me passed,
And away into time past forever buried.

Leaving no memories of any color in mind,
Dried maybe the flower in my hand,
The scent from every nose may have left,

But died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.

Remembered I the dance of the dust in winds,
Summer heat and the wraths of the thunderstorms,
Oh’ all competed to gather the memory of my love.

Summer left shades under trees where I sat,
As the thickening air burned the tree tops in fury,
Every fallen leaf wept a drop of tear in sadness left,

Ah’ by the unaccepted love I told to a girl I love.
The hurried winter flurries eluded me to fall and melt,
The frozen frost upon trees sat, giving winds a cooler touch.

The Sun, Moon and Stars witnessed the space and time that left,
Life recycled and brought nothing new to the love of mine,
Freshness of the felt love only sprouted words of that old song.

“Died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.”

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