When the very first cry of spring’s newborn tears
Can be heard above the bellowing of the city’s fears
After all was frozen in impeccable frost
And warmth of breath on skin was lost
When sunlight infiltrates the dark
And each bird’s singing resonates in your heart
When the ground sighs the greatest relief
Of pressure once too much to release
When eyes are opened to flower’s first blush
I’ll wait for you, so hush, love, hush
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