The words are beating rhythm in my brain.
The world is waiting for the chance of living.
How strong today are powers of the rain?
The rain is raining... till this very evening.
The Spring has vanished in this ugly haze...
No available powers to appear!
She puts dark clothes on her body as
The monk is showing that his soul is clear.
The only chance to live is ringing music
The haze, I'm sure, is afraid of bells.
Collect your powers as you hate to loose it!
You must today destroy this filthy hell!
This very day I want to see the blossom
This day I'll change the tracks of ugly rain.
There is no place in soul to feel the autumn!
The Spring is dancing poems in my brain.
Spring s Powers
© Copyright: Эвелин Флоримель, 2011
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