Time in the season's slumber
Purges the soul in new spring leaves
For a time the heart does not encumber
The reason for its bereaves.
Through time and the cleansing cycles
Distance between pangs deplete
The pond says that only through time
Can we accept our loss and defeat.
Purges the soul in new spring leaves
For a time the heart does not encumber
The reason for its bereaves.
Through time and the cleansing cycles
Distance between pangs deplete
The pond says that only through time
Can we accept our loss and defeat.