Play – a poem

Leave the sleep,
and let the springtime talk.
Listen to the flower to tell a tale.
The meadows of heaven,
better stand up early.
Chase the wild,
they will guide you to the light.
Surf the clouds,
defy the dark.
Meet me where the cliffs reach the sea.
The answer to the riddle before your eyes,
is the return to a swanky swan, a succulent mice.
Sing the song you only can understand.
Gliding gods through the end of time,
riding hard, a shooting star,
travel with us, dance a jig at the wedding.
Let the nature in your heart,
let’s have a fresh start.

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