Blooming


April is the cruelest month

Endearing moments, expecting rewards, investing in dreams forgetting the facts

Wild violets on rocks in ecstasy attending

Hearts of snakes

Stabat Matter mourning lost loved ones over a lonely winter

into a resurrection never imagined of aloneness in glory

Oh love how long do you really need?

Dog Star is rising by sunset tonight..

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