dlwlrmagrande

[dlwlrmagrande]

The lowly-blowing breeze,

The faint hint of a season,

They’re not unfamiliar to me at all

So I reach out my hand, just in case

Spring,

My dear, I suppose you’ve always been my spring

Like the warm voice

that used to call out my name.

— Hi Spring Bye

[dlwlrmagrande]

happiness.

feels like a butterfly.

its resplendent wings stretched out wide,

as it flutters around me.

i try to catch it,

but it escapes from my hands

& into the veiled moonlight.