Taking out the trash my tears falls out my eyes,
gray cloud was all i knew,
When this cold white salt will end?
No sun or rainbows
No green garden or more flowers
My heart really aches...
But the shame was up to end.
waking up next day i saw the window hopeless
Finding out a tiny silver lightning,
Then i ran down very fast,
feeling window's strengh
I saw a small flower
in the dry , empty and boredom field,
I smile to myself, I have faith again..
Spring has return.. dear friend.
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