Will we blossom at the doors of spring,
Or will we run away from such a sting?
As the strong wind turns to a calm breeze,
And the sun melts away the winter's freeze.
Memories will be forgotten on such pages,
To bare witness to many upcoming ages.
Or shall they, perhaps, mark a new start,
That may join two lonely beating hearts.
For all we both know, there was a spark,
It may break, but it also might only arch.
©dina.nass
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