hopes are falling all around
and the woods have all gone still
winter's pulling out shiny white garments
for the rivers, roofs and streets
bit by bit are cooling down
all the disputes thoughts and deeds
people til the spring
shut their windows down
hiding bodies tired and weak
so as to come back again
spending winter somewhere far
birds fly away into the warm lands
taking warmth from frozen ground
just like hundreds' windows' crying
dew on the poplars' boughs
wind will sing to them
through the long long nights
arias of polar ice
and beyond the far far seas
somewhere at the world's end
Girl named Spring
with beautiful long feet
sees the sweetest dream she's had
Girl named spring
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2019
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