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May is the eyes of Spring

Blooming

Through the death of April

The booming Queen

Of the four-season grin,

A long smile,

That cut a year in pieces:

The apex of life

The apex of death

(Such a trivial dull thing to say

Such a naive burlesque),

But wait

What if the fading of April

Was an opening

A window

A link

Just like the melting ices

Of a mountain

Are the birth of a river

Longing for the ocean,

In this case

May is a month

For looking out

Reaching for distant futures

May are
trembling eyes

shaping the world

through the winds

Of your awakening Will