A sugary delight with seductive scents.
Sweet as chocolates; bitterness subdued.
What is spring but a death that lures?
Hands of a maiden drenched in yellow,
Face prettier than cherry blossoms.
Yet her heart so bleak, gloomy paracosm.
A greenery that makes one weep
For the rent for the view is due.
Yet the heartless spring ornates intelf in dews.
It mocks our misery and dances away;
Ignorant and rich, dressed to the nines.
It stalks us in our room; it enters its vines.
It brings roses full of thorns; so sharp.
We all bleed to death before we could
present it to lovers that live far into woods.
Spring so positive, Spring too positive;
Makes us aim for the gleaming stars.
Wrists cuffed by freedom, we become stars.
A sugary delight with seductive scents.
Sweet as chocolates; bitterness subdued.
What is spring but a death that lures?
~15/10/24 EH ©
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Word count - 148
Lines - 16
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