Spring came early,
It came as if winter never left,
where the dandelions accompany the empty fields,
where the hungry wolves hid waiting for prey,
that will never avail.
Spring came early,
A time of uncertainty fraught with blindness,
Stepping into the Tunnel,
Not meant for the tenderhearted.
It seemed like Spring will never be Spring again,
I yelled without a voice,
Longing for an alternate reality,
A reality where there will never be truth ever again.
Then, Spring left.
We wonder ourselves,
'Did Spring ever came?'
While the Autumn leaves fall,
While the Frozen snowman greets his Maker.
His Maker sighed, and laughed at the irony of life,
thinking 'I wish Spring never came'.
