The Spring is coming step by step
What scars so draws your face?
What pain is catching heart like trap?
What memories embrace?
Your wounded look with blue of Sky
Your soul's black and white
The scoundrel days have left the scars
And spring have felt your mind
But spring's no winter, having heart
You'll feel her tender touch
To scars of face, to scars you've got
To seams that make you latch
I love the wind through faceless place
It brings the taste of life
My Spring is coming trace by trace
To melting of your ice
My Spring
© Copyright: Радуница, 2013
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