The Scent of the Springs

 

Another years had passed,

near you.

Another silent winter,

togheter.

After so long

Can you still smell the scent of the spring again?

I remenber.

The smell of  the grass,

humid and fresh

The sound of the rain,

like tears on your face.

 

The wind rises,

bringing the spring’s sweet taste

It passed throught me.

It makes me free.

Noone else give me,

a feeling like that.

Noone else except you.