ALEX ANTALLY
WRITER
When she thought of spring
she knew he wasn't just a fling.
Nor a passing cloud-
say it out loud,
when the sun is back
the moon will be more than just a flashback.
She learned her lesson,
a death flower won't bloom.
Not until winter is over
and spring flies over the moon.
- Alex Antally 🌸
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