A Season Of Flowers
The season of snowfall and
frozen flowers of winter
had stepped on the gateway
by saying goodbye.
At last with the treat of happiness
and with the pleasant
and refreshing climate,
flowers have bloom.
The smile on the lips of flowers,
when the cool breeze flows,
gives us a heavenly feeling.
The spring is filled with
the joy and pleasure.
When this merry movement
get away by a adieu,
we will depart this flowery season
with tears to remain always.
Tell me nature
please reveal me the mystery
behind the spring.
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