The geese are coming home.
I hear them in the sky.
It's time for change.
I can't stay here anymore. Your not here anymore.
This is no longer me.
See all things change, go through seasons.
It's time to hear birds sing.
Let go of the cold winter, and embrace the warm spring.
The geese are coming home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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