Creative Poetry: ‘I must have a life’ Feb 7

When the spring comes, let me have a life,
In the bundle of cruces, let me tide a bit,
When the world cries, I shall spread a smile,
Edge of the burg, even a small groove, should rise,
When the ship sails, widen the hands, leap a beat,
We must depart, even though never met,
When the time comes, call me to be alive.

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