The spring wears a floral gown,
And now that we stay on our own,
Your passion is great and renowned,
So hot and full-grown.
The spring plays badminton
And dances tango.
Our complicated souls
Merge into one.
Tired and entangled,
They carry a mysterious sign.
The spring is a Queen that never resigns.
Floral gown
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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