The Essence Of Who I Am

Why am I scared of of something that comes every year
New beginnings and terrestrial endings
I wish it was an irrational fear

Beautiful colors drenched in distractions
Was there any peace in the world giving birth here
Can I appreciate the flowering and budding
Can I become fresh and perennial
I guess everyone sees the raindrops and all I see is the tears
What do I do when I’m finally happy and no one else is
Spring you were just our beautiful veneer

M.A.P

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