impossible spring

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as I lay here in bed
warm breeze at my head
...birds serenade
winter evaporates
cold death reversed
the world..no longer cursed

I imagine that first year
when seasons appeared
when spring then summer was the norm
the panic that followed..when autumn
with a chill
went on to kill
green to brown
birds..no longer around
flowers and fruits
lying limp on their roots
the utter despair
life itself..disappears
month after cold month
(sorry there's no rhyme for month)
waiting for the end
just around the bend..
lying on a cold hard bed
suddenly, warm breeze at my head
...birds serenade
winter just evaporates
cold death reversed
the world no longer cursed

It's impossible...
and yet

..it's spring



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