The Spring
Spring time has come to me for a walk
Green leaves are much eager to talk
They stood by my village row
Today they all have forgotten the snow
Now I have been living within
Now they seem to play a violin
Let's see the leafy laces
All are bright on their faces
They all have forgotten the bound
They all have been rejuvenated and found
The past has gone away far back
Now they are in oblivion and black
The lives are stood on own feet
They stare at them - the lonely street
Besides me, there are the witness - leave
Everyone is joyous on the spring eve.
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