A cold breeze blows from nowhere,
Bringing in tidings of a changing weather,
Winter is gone and I don’t care,
The birds are singing without a bother.
Away at the horizon, a dense mist gathers,
Every tree seems to float on it,
Thoughts are pouring into my mind like lather,
I am looking upon myself as a git.
The setting sun’s gleaming,
Set in the sky like a fiery orb,
Clouds float past it beaming,
My heart warms at its sight and my feelings won’t curb!
Spring’s approaching fast,
Green shoots are springing up hither and thither,
The dark grey impression won’t last,
When the wintry traits are cast!
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