Spring

I do not know how to sing the joy of life

all I know is how to bottle-up

my angst and start a strife.

To detest the kiss of father Winter

and how I longed for dear Spring.

To dance in the sun

and in the river I swim

celebrate my joy with the song I’d sing.

I do not know

what a joy seasons bring.

All I know is I found happiness

in the gift of flowers and fun in the sun.

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