Silent in rain, catching the drops on my tongue
"It's bad," everyone shout, "poison!"
I roll the drops in my mouth, the taste is Spring
not Death, not poison, not even illness
no, it's Spring, the cruelty of revival is there
but cruelty is neither Death nor poison
no, it's the fist in the face, the sudden blow
but one doesn't die
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-25 14:51:24
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