Taking pleasure

On a spring day
Is it evil to take pleasure
In the cool wind that brings the threat of frost
In the bowing broom straw and bouncing poplar buds
And white petals circling in the air
If one leaves the pleasure
One leaves it to die in the cold of night
What an evil thing to do to pleasure
On a spring day

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