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LOVELY DAYS OF SPRING..

One remembers the beautifull days of spring,
The color of flowers,
The wonderfull tunes,of the birds,who sing,
Now,in this moment,all that remains,are desires..

The time told its word,sustaining a truth,
The spring came,once with its blooming moments,
The river near the mountain,flows,smooth,
And i remember the water's flowing,my mind,turns to silence..

Little thoughts,lost in the forest who now,it's just a memory,
The green grass,the deer who runs,the small butterfly..
Shared moments,written now,again,with the same feeling,happily,
Keeps the same aspects of life,an humans,now,are born,then,they die..

The spring brings the smile on the parents who look at the little child,
He is just a little baby,and the birth,brough a soul to life;
Now,he might be out there,watching the nature,wild,
As before,as in his memories,and now,he is old,about to die..

Once upon a time,the spring,brought back the fairy-tales,
And a peacefull sound,is heard,part of a song..
It was,indeed,a beatifull one,about the sea,about the whales,
Then,the delphins,came along..
Another tunes,of the little birds,and another song,keeping the same spirit,
Oliver Shanti,Vanghelis,Jean Michelle Jarre,and others,
Another memories,came back,once with the music,and one,in a present,felt it;
The same magic,the same atmosphere,alike a birthday,
And i imagine now,a little baby..he extinguish the candles..
Each day,may be one's brithday,when brings the spring,near;
Another story before sleep,another pray,
Said in whisper,to God,and now,there's no more fear..
How can one to be frightened by dark,
When a pray to God,brings light?!
Even the death,is like a walk in the beatifull park,
A path who leads in front of one,the Heaven's sight..

The days of spring,are like a birth,for some who realise,again,
The childhood that has it,good or bad..
Then,once with it,the past is made present..no blame,
One still lives,and the death,looks at it,sad..
The mountain,the deer,the butterfly..
The spirit,woke up,at last,
Catched wings,and now,fly...
Fly away,above,and now,it is just a memory,from past..

H2S04