Feel it, ice crunches underfoot. Smell, i'm in a bottle of awakening earth - it's unkempt, with her dirty brown teeth. Now it' s surrounding me, throwing off the snow blanket covering us.
But, hear, rain will wash us with cold water streams, drops will be filled whith heat, then my soul's gonna swim away to the sea and take my heart with it.
See, another wind's blowing, buds are blooming and people open their arms, while water is flowing, hands are revealed to embrace, fingers trying to grab something, that has already awakened, everyone is touching each other, hiting and stroking, only so it'll be possible to touch... fervor.
Spring
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