The sun shining bright In the spring’s embrace Cast a grey blanket Over herself, sobbing. Her tears washed away half the blooms And mine joined hers, Seeking to wash away my ring’s mark My wrist, once adorned by
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The sun shining bright In the spring’s embrace Cast a grey blanket Over herself, sobbing. Her tears washed away half the blooms And mine joined hers, Seeking to wash away my ring’s mark My wrist, once adorned by