on the blossoming trees, birds <br />loud are sitting and twittering, <br />it is the spring welcome. <br /> <br />with wooden steps, <br />I am descending to a river bank, <br />I am touching smooth stones. <br /> <br />rinsed out water, are clean <br />and smooth, as your hands, <br />when you are touching. <br /> <br />calm water. <br />we are going uphill, to look <br />for the first flowers. <br /> <br />from under the cut, of a trunk <br />are growing a twigs <br />and are turning green, now <br /> <br />a spring came back, <br />and on the heart more lightly. <br />we are waiting for the May<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vernally/
