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Διόνυσος ([personal profile] alltornup) wrote 2014-05-10 03:48 am (UTC)

Ruby

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
Our wishes for unwanted change.
Even in our sleep we trust
That in our nightly endeavors
Will lead us away.

Yet what we welcome
May not be the easiest of comforts.

The path ahead may be dangerous,
But what may come
will be the fruits of our greatest labors
Knowing this, onward we push,
moving ever forward, never giving into fear.
The way ahead is hardly clear.
We don't need blue skies. It's all okay.
All we ask for is a helping hand
To guide us onwards on our way:
On this path we'll be fine, because at last our friends are here.
And even though none of them can write in verse,
We all did so despite our badness.

In the end APRIL was truly the cruellest month,
To our ears.

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