Today,
Not even fresh,
Spring flowers,
Can bring on a smile.
Perhaps tomorrow,
When the rain clouds,
Have shed their tears,
And gratitude once more,
In springtime blooms.
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Today,
Not even fresh,
Spring flowers,
Can bring on a smile.
Perhaps tomorrow,
When the rain clouds,
Have shed their tears,
And gratitude once more,
In springtime blooms.