These rites of spring do nothing but try.
The world wakes up and leaves me sleeping
Without Blankets or Fire.
Embittered against heart warming weather.
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cynicism. this one makes me think of spring rites, like in Bambi when the animals were 'twitterpating' but maybe here they just don't have the feeling (fire) behind them that they should? or comfort and security that it can provide like blankets. i'd be freaking bitter too
ReplyDelete-maybe i'm treating this one like english class =/