The drizzling rain is drawing a sad mood
Of the romantic and slight reskless Spring
To a calm play of the wind's magic flute;
High spirit birds spread it on their wings.
Embarrassed sounds fadded away and stopped
Under the crowns of the crying trees.
New formed drops fell slowly down and crushed,
Knocking against the lower wetted leaves.
No one could know the unreleased deadline
Of the deep sadness, that fills up young Spring.
Wet Spring was hurt and deep concealed the bright
Navy-blue eyes in the grey clouds strips.
Rainbows then tried to catch a wistful glance,
Enriching wide the sky with the bright light,
And the slow rain had fully stopped at once.
Deep wetted birds sang songs to a long kite.
Enchanted Spring took down the clouds' strips,
Rolling THE END by the bright scarlet leaps...
The last drop...
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