Waltzing into the spring
of the new month
The beginning of an end
to start something anew
As the trees would grow
as the autumn leaves behind
Then let all the beautiful things
be born and be mine
romanticizing my life through poetry.
Waltzing into the spring
of the new month
The beginning of an end
to start something anew
As the trees would grow
as the autumn leaves behind
Then let all the beautiful things
be born and be mine