We are springing forward with sunny weather.
Snowy days are growing more rare;
melodies are becoming more romantic & cinematic.
Trees are starting to bud green—
Snowy days are growing more rare;
when will the flowers come?
Trees are starting to bud green.
I leave a kiss upon your forehead—
“When will the flowers come?”
I asked myself silently. How soon will
I leave a kiss upon your forehead
& I hug you when we say “Goodbye?”
I asked myself silently: “How soon will
melodies are becoming more romantic & cinematic?”
& I hug you when we say “Goodbye.”
We are springing forward with sunny weather.