anamnesis of spring

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darling dear
i am so
afraid of
the sun

you must
bury me
underneath
the clouds

plant me
in a chaparral
and water me
with love

do not weep
for me,
i am merely
reciting

an anamnesis of spring
the crescendo of my song
is only beggining

if there is nothing
after death,
only rebirth,
everything that blooms
must also wither.

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