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Springtide,

births a revival,

a warming of fields and mires,

a time of recognition,

delusion in remission,

a blooming of inner desires,

the breeze holds a whisper,

passed down from the winter,

the words spoken softly from tongue,

they do not fear it,

the ones who now hear it,

for they lay in wait and unsung,

Awakening minds hold no boundaries,

discovering horizons beyond,

pale sun rise glistens above me,

ensuring the union of bonds,

Sullen is the spring,

gloomfully it sings,

symbolic devotion,

worn on it's wings,

From slumber I rise,

unveil my waking eyes,

grasping leaf and feather,

fallen from skies,

My inner spirit compels me to venture forth,

My journey's end is had when I can feel no more,

The equinox, a paradox of truth,

A timeless stir, from tallest branch to root,

offerings from nature,

gifts given not to misuse,

feeling chill fade into the past,

with renewed figure I

cast aside the binds

and transition forthwith, into the mortal world.

Sullen is the spring,

gloomfully it sings,

symbolic devotion,

worn on it's wings,

From slumber I rise,

unveil my waking eyes,

grasping leaf and feather,

fallen from skies,

Sullen is the spring,

Sullen is the spring,

Sullen is the spring,

Sullen is the spring,

Sullen is the spring.