Necessity

secret

 

Spring is what I need;

To no longer waste away

In the deaths of souls

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That I cannot comfort.

 

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I need the warm rain

 

Rain to wash away the hurt

And sadness and grief –

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That I cannot cast from my mind.

 

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I need death to fade

 

And the warm sun to welcome -

For I to welcome

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The new, so I can breathe once more.

 

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Cuts will be mended,

 

Tears will mix with rain and be

Insignificant

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When I can see spring coming.

 

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Thunder will shake the

 

Cement from our heavy hearts

And flowers will bloom

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Upon our souls, more beautiful than

 

Any other.

Author's Note

whatever.