An Anamnesis Of Spring √

growing pains

In my longing I'll always seek
That sweet yore I would like to sing
The history I want to keep
For my anamnesis of spring.

Is it a blessing or a curse?
All that I love I'm doomed to hate
In rain I wither, bloom and worse
All that I want is up to fate.

It can't only amount to this
Not all my summers raining
Not a momentary bliss.
Not a hundred beginnings.

Time goes fast when you are wilting
Before you notice, it is gone.
Now I have gone through my springs
I'm waiting for summer to come.