In spring, the colors twirl with light,
but softened blues evade my sight.
The blooms, they hover, paint the air,
as my world's palette begins to wear.
Hues of the sky and a lazy stream,
once so vivid, now a fading dream.
The vibrant greens dance in the trees,
and for me, they blur to hazy seas.
......
In spring, the colors twirl with light,
but softened blues evade my sight.
The blooms, they hover, paint the air,
as my world's palette begins to wear.
Hues of the sky and a lazy stream,
once so vivid, now a fading dream.
The vibrant greens dance in the trees,
and for me, they blur to hazy seas.
......