JK (8th December / Ahmedabad, India)

The Spring

The mighty king with it's wing
Is knocking at my door...

The night's gone, the sun's dawn
The sleeping flowers rise...

The rainbow fades, the birds awake
The wind is passing by...

The colour's bloom, the plants sprouts
The spring is coming by....

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I love the mighty king with it's wing! H