Spring..
(poems go here) And yet I going with my eyes closed
Reaching for the future with my arms stretched out,
Breathing the air so sweet and tender,
Feeling spacious and free inside,
Looking forward to join those who have gone,
So let it be it the day when best dreams of ours have to breath a life
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