The Mathematics of Springtime

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The dancing people lay waiting:

Dreaming of the waves,

And diamonds,

Cast across the sand.

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A curtain call of phantoms,

Ghosts of the full moon,

Leave footprints

For the sun to feast on.

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The bridge is long,

Steady and sure,

Crossing nothing

But the arc of blue sky,

Where the reach of time

Scatters the ashes of remorse.