Small rustles all around

Both drops of dew
and bolts of lightning.
Fight with no fear or any doubt.
Their dreams running
about a desolate field.

Spring is coming
and my love is waiting.
Her scent already in the air.
And I show my gratitude
to the falling blossoms?


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