Drops of April rain

This memory too shall pass
like drops of April rain
The one that agonizes my world
and on my soul it reigns

So then what will it be?
If not a reminiscence
Will it be a passing thought
Or just that shallow fragrance?

This story too shall remain untold
And scattered in pieces of a glass
Or will it be remembered in aches,
In the whole, or in the parts?

O then what will become of it?
If it didn’t become worth a tale
Will it just be that tiny feather
That’s brushed away by the gale?

This longing too shall transform
Into a smile unfeigned
Or be a memory that will pass
Like drops of April rain.

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