on a january day.sunny but cold <br />but no snow on ground <br />a girl was running to spring <br />jumping..hopping and springing..flying <br />as taken and opening a wing <br />the joy on her skirts <br />she collected and scattered <br />a girl was running to spring <br />hopping..jumping..springing <br />may be flying <br />as taken and opening a wing <br />clad in her best lovely dress may be <br />she was smiling <br />longing for a smile <br />ı smiled her <br />she smiled to me with her smiling cheeks <br />the girl was running to spring <br />some cats interrupted her way <br />she caressed them all <br />one by one..addressing each one of them <br />though the cats won't let go <br />the joy was scattering everwhere from her skirt <br />the girl was smiling <br />the girl was flying <br />the girl was running to spring <br />as taken and opening a wing <br />just like the early birds <br />the girl was running to spring <br />it was a lovely day <br /> <br />Metin SAHİ N<br /><br />Metin Sahin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-running-to-spring/
