Spring is round the corner again

spring is round corners again
he digs deep for dead remains
looks for autumn leaves dried
blooming treetops sing a tune

he digs deep for dead remains
emotions became sand dunes
blooming treetops sing a tune
they never meet autumn or rains

emotions became sand dunes
spring is round corners again
they never meet autumn or rains
he looks for autumn leaves dried

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Weekend Writing Prompt