4 Mar 2025

Don’t Sing the Happy Song, It’s Stupid by Nikita Eismont

Today, the leaves grow back again

 

Despite it all, this spring awakens

A battered clock rests on a chain

A broken promise in the making.

A groggy grass-blade stretches up

Its snowy blanket has just melted

This march sunlight is barely enough

But both us and the green have to make it.

Think I heard autumn grass cheer for us in the dark,

When it saw our first kiss on the park bench

Take my hand then, my love, we will march to the park:

I just have to, I have to update it.


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