Spring Original Draft EVERYTHING is spring: hues, dews, shoes, crews, blues, adieus bright-yellow flowers through Hungry

eyes, thirsty, famished eyes Spring changes ones moral eyes married men unspecified Loud cuckoos chirping, hear them peep, high in trees aligned in every tune Quiet-meadows chirping, its-that-time again: spring is HERE now facts, hats, and rains

Spring Revision 1 Everything is spring: new shoes, flowers hues, the old lady whispering adieu. A pair of lustful eyes await, accompanied with little bits of lace. A man leaves an hour past late. Birds chirp soft cu-coos, disguised in the branches of an oak. Sun beams slice through the holes. The song of cicadas vibrate the ground They stop, the suns gone down

Spring Revision 2 Everything is spring: new shoes, flowers hues, the old lady whispering adieu. A curly haired gal sits and waits, dressed in floras and bits of lace. Through a window, she wishes to play. Disguised in oak branches, birds sing soft cu-coos. Sunshine slivers in-between the blooms. Inside a cicadas hollow body, symbols clash, the Earth vibrates. The sun drops, everything is still.

Spring Revision 3 Everything is spring: new shoes, flowers hues, the old lady whispering adieu. A curly haired gal sits up straight, dressed in floras and bits of lace. Behind a window, she begs to play. Disguised in oak branches, birds sing soft cu-coos. Sunshine slivers in-between the blooms. The Earth vibrates to the sound of cicadas. Inside their bodies, symbols clash. Everything stops as the sun drops

Spring Revision 4 Everything is spring: new shoes, flowers hues, the old lady whispering adieu. A curly haired gal, dressed in floras and bits of lace, looks out of a window, and wishes to play. Disguised in oak branches, birds sing soft cu-coos. Sunshine slivers in-between the blooms. The Earth vibrates to the sound of cicadassymbols clash in their hollow physiques. Everything stops as the sun drops.