Winter yearns for the touch of spring,
Summer longs for rain-bearing clouds,
Tired body pines for eternal rest,
I for one seek the comfort you bring.
While you reach and touch, blossoms my life
And fills my world with colours and fragrance;
You lift my spirit from the dreary cold feel
And quench deep thirst of life meeting life.
I know, you lurk somewhere in horizon
With the warmth you bear always for me;
The gentle care you bear for me,
Let reach my soul and sprout back me to life.
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