The steady breeze
Blowing through my hair
The sweet smelling scent
Of a freshly cut pear
The beautiful sun
Rising in the east
The mountains galore
Filled with gigantic beasts
The eerie dark raincloud
Approaching from the south
And the blooming trees
Hearing chirps from birds' mouths
All of this
And much much more
Are signs of spring
Away from the wars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful. Loved the flow and arrangment. Depicts true freedom. Well done