Bright sunny days following clear starry nights.
The days are chilly but longer grows solar light.
Winter has yet to show its teeth,
Its cold claws and talons kept ensheathe.
Spring awaits those with dreams
Of wistful thoughts and beguiling schemes.
Will the summer’s swallows carry them high?
Of will, they crash from a doom burdened sky?
Are dreams and wishes human flaws,
Encased within the devil’s claws?
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