Spring Time
Spring is the heart of nature
Flowers blooming with bright lighted colors,
that lifts the sorrow,
that uncovers the pains inside another.
Pains of love of nature
Pains of peace and quiet
This time of the year,
things blossom to the humid air
where little brisks of wind touches the air
Where plenty of cotton candy clouds appear,
every minute and everyday
The new is being born
The old is fading away
Until one day
Until one moment
Everything is PERFECT! ! !
poem by Rholand Nguyen
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