The side, the edge the colours' gold,
A nonsense fragrance at the door,
An open-wide all choices' type, -
The spring won't need advice or style.

In thoughts, in gossips, in regrets,
Subconscious flow of dos and lets,
It's time to singe the old denials.
The moment springs, so does a pile

Of primitives, ideas lightened,
Simplistic green of coming fineness,
So deeply rooted in the years.
Azaleas in bloom, so do the liras.

May 2024