WAITING
I depart the spring sun
To come to your place on a summer afternoon
Stupefied with autumn leaves
In the freezing mist of winter
The immense sea of passionate waves
The river gently flows
The waves do not see
The rustling hidden vein of water
The dried leaves long for
– due to the burning summer –
The time when they are green again
Satisfying their desire
I firmly believe that rain and sun
Will make a golden season
Quickly passes the winter then comes the spring
With golden butterlies by bright flowers
I’m collecting the sun every day
And picking up every drop of falling rain
To weave luxurious flower carpets
But wonder when you will come over
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