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A sweet little springtime dream about a fictional encounter with a much adored guiding spirit

Submitted: September 17, 2016

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Submitted: September 17, 2016



It’s that time again

time for flowers, to bloom again

time for rivers, to flow again

murmuring a sweet melody


All alone, I walk that world

of delicate scents and cheerful singing birds

pretty flowers everywhere, bunch of bright vivid color


Suddenly I notice, a single lonely rose

such unspoiled beauty, yet it seems so sad

pink pedals I caress, while memories rise up


"In spring we meet again"

you said, smiling lovely, shining eyes cast down

not dare to let me see, the sadness deep within

I still can hear your voice, sing of a pink spider

sitting on a pink cloud, drifting 'long the sky.


You told me, and told the world

"kiss your misery"

You lit up my life, but, were are you now?

Still, I do believe in you.

I miss you....


I remember, imagine you, sitting beside me

smiling so lovely, gently hugging me

"Always with you"


And again, I close my eyes in tears

when I open them again, you’re still here

smiling like that, brush away the tears,

softly whisper


"In spring we meet again.

Tell me, did I ever lie to you?

Didn’t I tell you, to find your wings?

Didn’t I tell you to free your misery?

Didn’t I light you up, and let you keep that light?

Didn’t I tell you to not worry about me?

Well, here I am, my dear

like I promised, I will be with you."


From now until eternity, we walk through the world

in spring together, never seperate again

defeating our fate, for ever and ever

until the end of time, ever free

in the spring


"In spring we meet again,

in spring we meet again"

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