the paradise

the first spring flowers died
their brown, dried out faces
fell on the green ground
the sun withdrew its rays
and hid warmth behind the clouds
which hustled by the wind
piled up
I need to pull my legs
to pursue the rhythm of the day
and my eyes refuse to witness
its pastime paradise
but all in all I’m fine
spike me with some music
and I’ll dance again

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