Spring runs murmuring and waking,
In these eyes shining fountain of tears.
It was always same, in all ages,
And even these clouds were once rivers.
And if I'll disappear forever, I know the time of year,
When it's March and then the cold will leave.
I'll call the sun, and the heavens body to uncover, -
I will dissolve, but in reality, I will be slanting rain...
The thunderbird will spread these wings,
Shoot lightning as a spear and I'll hear a single shout.
Spring runs murmuring and waking,
© Copyright: Жанна Ло, 2014
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