April 19-2015

Verdant

Each Spring
has its own shade of green.
The Spring
she died did not change that.
Or the rain
or the Sunshine
or anything

but the colourless space left in my heart.
That only hopes there will be a Spring
with her shade of green
where she will not be dead.

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