The Spring Poem by Pavel Markiewicz
The Spring
the spring
is my most beautiful
sweet times
the longing for
spring flowers
wake up
with everybody
the kind spring spirit
looks every day at
the surface of the eternal pond
yes the sheer and endless
spring madness
i like the spring
pleasant smell of croci
i see as well pansies
which have bloomed
in a garden
I like if the wind
touchs the sky-blue
Muses' hair with tenderness
the wind is my best
companion
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