Sun is the red point on the Indian forehead.
Trees do not still recover from the long winter sleep.
Roads are trembling `cause of first shiny cars.
Clouds slowly floating make the sky pure naked.
They are looking down to the people-ants
Who run for their ants` business.
Only traffic lights greedy giggling count the moments of my life.
That’s my early spring morning
Emotions
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