In March?
I still believe in the walk Still believe in the leaves When the night crowded in And the face remained first rain No, need is far inside the song Inspire to overcome the window Some kisses have grown unwatered And some mists turning shadow Quiet sentences once wrote Rains of the windy rainbow Ah, the train passed one night And the platform gathered the dews Questions were born from silver Blaze on the run of time Deep was fragrant in steel water And bright was sunk like a rhyme.