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 

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