Spring
30. 3. 2018
Spring at the door
Ring, ring…
Who´s there?
It´s me, the spring.
I´m coming with my golden keys
To reveal all my mysteries:
Bright, beautiful colours
And fields full of flowers,
Soft, refreshing showers,
Warm, whispering breeze,
Buzzing bumblebees
The grass wet with dew
The whole world so new…
Lie down on a meadow
In the shade of the trees
And every dark shadow
Will fall behind you
And the skies will be blue
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