Spring
Movement
Currents flowing through trembling leaves.
Ecstatic light breaths out brightness,
which dims on inhalation.
Sun so bright,
I can not see your face.
Sky so blue
In a moment covered in clouds.
Where did they come from?
What is that song the rain sings?
When did those tears
appear
to wash my dirty face?
ॐ
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