spring is coming-
the earth awakes from her death-sleep,
melting away the frozen blanket over her body.
soft tears often fall-
tears for the lives lost, for the new lives given.
our mother, gaia, she wakes.
she welcomes in our new lives,
celebrates the spring, the birth of the sun.
welcome, new world, new life, new spring.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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