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Forever Spring


I may be deep in my hibernation
Burried under the heap of an old winter
Freezing like the Northwind
Too fragile to be a thick skinned

A strange light peeped across the Horizon
My heart sipped an air of summer
Swimming like a Dolphin
Through the high tides of the ocean

And drop after drop 
The warmth of life 
Was infused through the veins 
Of a forgotten corpse

But the query didnt stop to linger 
Was it meant to be forever?


 

◄ A Robotic Life

Melancholy ►

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