Will it ever be the same again?
They say the spring brings new beginnings
But all I want lies in the past
Trapped in cages,
Screaming up at the world that forgot
I know the past is dark
Something I should dread
And that the spring brings light
But what is light when it has no meaning?
No soul that flows through it
No past that gives it purpose
So I crave the past
I crave its meaning
No matter how dark it may be
I crave the soul that
Flowed through it like smoke
They say the spring brings light
But I bring forth the past
As a wisp of smoke
A forgotten essence
Flowing through light and dark
The messenger
Sheetal Tadiparty
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