Spring has sprung,
its breath on my cheeks,
the birds have sung,
fragrant smell on the streets.
In its early mornings,
mellow sunrise awakes,
birds sing their sonnets,
and my heart starts to race.
Towards the radiant sun,
towards the infinite sky,
where it once had begun,
where it found its life.
I have fallen in love,
yet again, yet with spring,
and it’s never enough
of the heart that can sing.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Spring has sprung,
its breath on my cheeks,
the birds have sung,
fragrant smell on the streets.
In its early mornings,
mellow sunrise awakes,
birds sing their sonnets,
and my heart starts to race.
Towards the radiant sun,
towards the infinite sky,
where it once had begun,
where it found its life.
I have fallen in love,
yet again, yet with spring,
and it’s never enough
of the heart that can sing.
