• Alex Antally

Spring's fling

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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