Where are you, Spring? Where is your charming song?
I hear a chant but it’s all fake and wrong!
The earth recovers only with your tears
Of melting sun that lets the soil breathe.
In subtle chirp of fairy fleeting souls –
The harbingers of change and blissful joys –
I lose my mind – you seize me to embower
And I surrender to your gentle power.
Oh, let me hear these melodies again
And let me not be vigilant in vain.
I’ll catch the only note you drop by chance!
I’m here! I’m yearning for your jaunty dance!
Spring!
© Copyright: Юлия Венсен, 2020
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