Here Again
Here Again
April
I wait for the forsythia
They smell like sweet honey almonds
The flowers like rice paper
Thank God for them
I might never awaken without them
They remind me
We are all on borrowed time
But coming around
Again
April
I wait for the forsythia
They smell like sweet honey almonds
The flowers like rice paper
Thank God for them
I might never awaken without them
They remind me
We are all on borrowed time
But coming around
Again