out of the blue
where oh where have you been
my darling April
or shall I say is it really you
hiding like a lion behind the bush
who will remind me not to be fooled
by your bad intentions
and steer clear the lesser path
alluringly lined by red red roses
how I wonder when your teardrops
will fall again
washing away recent memories
abruptly cold and uncompromising
where oh where have you been
my fleeting April
won’t you abandon your wild ways
and promise me you’ll stay awhile
april two thousand nineteen
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