let me hear your voice,
let me listen to you sing.
i missed the days of our joys
the first day of our 'spring'
elohim essaim, elohim essaim, i implore you
if only this chant has proven me true
again, and again i'll have to wait
for a god to change your fate
just replay, restart, redo.
i wouldn't care if it were all for you
even the violin and the piano would pray
just for you to come back and stay.
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"Spring will be here soon. Spring, the season I met you, is coming. A Spring without you...is coming." – Kousei Arima
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrylife decided to rewrite itself, so if i may, let me tell you a story. . . . . . ________ 01/20/20
