Quatrains of First Love
Sometimes your hearts a puzzle piece
Lost in the rain rushing downstream,
Much more difficult to catch the breeze
That petals of first love fell blind behind.
Maelstrom of innocent connections
Scattered amongst the ruins of Summer
The one the only one that made sense
Wasn't the one that got away last.
Mysterious delirious wisp of joy
Never found around December noise
Came instead in the silence of March
Like a lamb sweet twilight existence.
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