sometimes close sometimes separations in swing
there no peace in heart harsh cold
something different in heart soul and being
nobody stood up nor they nor we
betrayed was the youth of spring
melody of coming close is struck today
judgemental was your refusal before
the beauty of blossoms can"t attract
as your eyes are mesmeric
starting to trust your fickleness
the life is spent trusting you
wishing the season of love come to stay
as returned the spring this autumn
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