spring
almost here
where did you go?
I could feel you coming
then you ran away so fast I caught only a glimpse.
the rain came,
turned into snow,
and snow has not gone since,
it stays still,
taunting me,
teasing me,
come back,
i am mad at you,
but once you come back
i will forgive you.
yours,
a dancer.
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