takes down happiness's flight
in every bud.
Touched by the strong essence
it opens abandoning itself to the sky
like a smile.
Cherry trees - the elders, the wise men,
shake the gray sorrows off their bodies.
I search for them with full, warm glance
I sneak my hands into a friendly caress
between their white, white
rich locks
that renew the light, protectively.
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I startled, meeting you, Spring!
I realized that
I've never met you as you are now,
an entire galaxy of lights like you
have lived in my soul until now
and I'm telling you, as I did to the one an year ago
that nothing more beautiful and more unique than this
has ever happened to me before.
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It has already begun, like a big choreographic spectacle,
The Ball of the Cherry trees.
With perceptible solemnity dreamy coveys of breezes
invite them to waltz.
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:thumb161162941:Ah, this unique music, strong by its beauty
but so ephemeral, captivating and sweet,
comes from the pure sighs of petals,
unknown, like the dreams of the babies,
touching the stream's enamored wave!
I listen to the wings of the furrows, steadfastly enamored with the sky,
the forefathers sipping the blades of grass
from the scoop of their hands.
Everything is singing in a linear Time
blue eternity's symphony, and I'm picking off sky's leafs,
up to you,
laying down in the grass.
A white bird descended inside my soul with brocade wings
is calling your name melodiously, like a primadona.
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The orchardA big bird, white,
takes down happiness's flight
in every bud.
Touched by the strong essence
it opens abandoning itself to the sky
like a smile.
Cherry trees - the elders, the wisemen,
shake the gray sorrows off their bodies.
I search for them with full, warm glance
I sneak my hands into a friendly caress
between their white, white
rich locks
that renew the light, protectively.
I startled, meeting you, Spring!
I realized that
I've never met you as you are now,
an entire galaxy of lights like you
have lived in my soul until now
and I'm telling you, as I did to the one an year ago
that nothing more beautiful and more unique than this
has ever happened to me before.
It has already begun, like a big choreographic spectacle,
The Ball of the Cherry trees.
With perceptible solemnity dreamy coveys of breezes
invite them to waltz.
Ah, this unique music, strong by its beauty
but so ephemeral, captivating and sweet,
comes from the pure sighs of petals,
unknown, like the dreams of the babies,
touc
