Breath of May
I heard a little bird that called
And one that answered gay,
When April was at ending and
We felt the breath of May.
All Winter long, we'd battled and
Awaited tardy Spring.
But Summer's warmth was close at hand,
So little birds could sing.
Babui / Arjun
2011 April 28th, Thu.
Brooklyn
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