Dawn of Spring

by Tim Zhang

While still in spring's dream,

Did not realize the Dawn's Came;

Suddenly, into reality, I awaken,

By the loud bird's cry, for a reason.

I rise up and looked out side the window,

And thought about the Storm last night;

Those Flowers, when flourishing spring past,

Maybe withered, fallen and scattered apart.

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