Spring is a very strange time
When the sun begins to shine
And the colours of the world
Turn themselves to side of gold.
When your window is not closed,
When the thing you want the most
Is to walk along the park,
Walk all day long, all day till dark.
It's a Mother Nature's birthday,
Time to leave and time to stay,
And with rising hope and birdsing,
With a smile you'll choose your way.
Spring
© Copyright: Иванъ Герасимовъ, 2011
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