Look:
I can see them,
Staring at me,
Spring
Flowers
Open to all,
Closed around,
Spring
Flowers
My heart
Beating silently.
Can you hear me ?
Spring
Flowers
Friends
Of course -
I can -
Walk past me,
Yet stopping to see,
Play
Conceited whispers,
Behind your back,
Spring
Flowers
People
Oh what a pretty small thing we are...
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