Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds
Swirl last snowflake to dust, grey to green buds
Our skin is pale moon under pewter sky
Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds
Soak our words with birdsongs, maple & spice
Our faces are flowers, dewed by dusk
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