time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)
lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing
(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love”
― E.E. Cummings
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