And when spring arrived
I remembered that deep look
Dressed by flowers
Surrounded by a green natural book.
That look so intense
Made of past, present and future
In the middle of life
In a such gorgeous picture.
Which spring can be a masterwork
If not that where the highness of looking forward
Prevails in a natural way of desire
Searching for the life's ultimate happy reward.
And when spring comeback
That look will remain the same
Because life is a hard natural fight
Where she's building her wonderful name.
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