The arguments, the great debate –
“Will spring arrive, or will it wait,
Or will it all be different, new,”
Are through.
It has arrived, and made its vow
Of luck, though no one sees it now –
Proclaiming, as the light was struck,
For dead and living – delight and luck.
This truth took time to penetrate.
Is spring here? Is it fake? What trait
Would prompt a lie? The sky is clear.
It’s here.
It took its throne, though no one would
Believe a victory could be good –
Proclaiming that the time is late
For anyone to meet their fate.
2024
The Wisdom of April
© Copyright: Константин Феофанов, 2026
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