This day is grey, my soul is dark,
The snow is melting in the park.
The trees look black and almost died,
I stick in weakness of my mind.
I see all faces tired and pale,
Life is a prose, not fairy-tale.
Remembers each his own sin...
It's coming Spring, I get my spleen.
Coming of the Spring
© Copyright: София Горковенко, 2010
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