What do I want from you, I wonderSpring breeze, scent of age,Where you came from I do not even know,From what beautiful, snow-white world?
Now that I was on my wayWith the walking stick of thoughts in the wind,Without a thought, without a dream,To fall into your arms, oh Spring...
It seems I am climbing, even though I fall into the abyss...
Beautiful little butterfly with painted wings That weaves in and out of the greenery, Singing and fluttering along Amidst the bubbling of joy. I watch you quietly from afar As you roam and…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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