I get up suddenly To see a new day that Looks-like a Spring day Although we're still in Another season... I feel Spring and all That it has very well... It is just a pretty feeling To feel things that are not there, but They happen to be there... I really love Spring and All that it has whether It is there or not... We are not there, but We feel as if we are there... The pretty seasons' flowers, Buds, blossoms, green grass, swallows, ..., ..., Etc.are in our minds All the time... It is, that is, Spring in our minds Before our eyes see it... Although it is short-lived, but It lives in our minds For ever and ever... It is called Spring... ______________________________________________________________________
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