the arrival of
spring is late
but you shall run,
as you were,
and cherish these
cherry blossoms
in the bay that was
once green
you close up that
sad feelings
in these hard
times;
i beckon your soul
to be liberated:
“please not be so
patient this time.
please allow distant
blessings balm your wound."
share the sorrows
and grievances, though,
patience, hardships
and silence are
virtues of
resilience and rehabilitation
of orphaned
nations
i beckon your soul
to be liberated
from the dew at the
tip of its wilting end
fcukpap
