I will wait till
The Spring arrives
With it's promises
Of a new love.
When the gleaming sun
Idly slips off
The naked afternoon.
When reality feels
A bit more real,
And the pain fades
Away in the sea.
Till then, hasta luego
My friend, my love.
Let me bear the
Burden of winter fruits,
Shriveled, shrunken,
Rotten at core,
With a smile and
A broken soul.
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