Heavy rain in spring

How high it stands,
a young man’s love.
Eyes strained and yearning,
ascending the mountains crest.
But beyond, while
birds come and go –
it grows too thin.
Stolen by the wind, in night.
And mute, as dawn
sees saturated blue.
A life heavy with
fallen blooms.

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