the Sun is shining

Екатерина Передереева
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.