Hang in there

It's been good while it lasted 
Lasted more than it rained
Rained until our world did end
End was way away than your breath.

Breath me through your skin
Skin deep emotions get flustered
Flustered by spring's smells
Smells of broken hearten dreams.

Dreams of whatever this or that
That we'd be sad to adjust
Adjust us back to the thin veil
Veil of thin rustic leaf.

Leaf of our souls falls up
Up isn't in us anymore
Anymore forever undone
Pattern undone.
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