the Sun is shining ,
some birds are flying.
The Spring has come
it touches with warmth.
I no longer want to be gloomy
I'll tear into pieces my darkest clothes.
I'll color my eyes with the brightest shadows.
My lips will be sparkling as if I were a teen.
I'll sigh with relief
the stone has been taken
it was so precious
but nowhere to go.
the Sun is shining
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