Spring is here,
Birds chirp in the blue
Tiny seeds rise up from the underworld
Colors, more colors.
Put the last log in the fire
Fiery friend
I live you for a while
Until next winter.
The crossing was long
A winter in the cave
Deep, deeply
I burried myself.
Sun calling
What was asleep wakes up
Stretching, breathing
Sit under the azur sky.
Spring is here...
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