Spring
Spring came like a ray of sunshine
after a night of rain.
She came like a temporary thing,
wanting to stay.
She made everything green,
everything right.
But she could never hold on too tight.
I don't know when angels from snow,
turned into little blossoms wanting to grow.
She elongated the day
outside children started to play
and in a minute she withered away.
And you didn't even have a chance
spring changed into summer without a second glance.
Автор и уредник Ања Јовановска IX-4