Every twig is so fresh, it shakes my flesh,
It sends fragrance to everybody,
Spring yawns and I become a helper to its yawn.
We mingle all together to be in harmony with God
And sky of Weather.
Every drop of Spring pretends to be a ring,
Ringing loud and absolutely proud.
Every drop of Spring has a twin,
It is like me and you aspiring at sin.
It is a core twist transforming every mist
Spring
© Copyright: Светлана Барашко, 2013
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