SPRING
The spring - the season of bees and lovers - has set in,
The sky is clear - No frost, no snow, anywhere,
Fresh breeze blows away chilly cold,
Colourful flowers, and singing birds are smiling,
Roads to the highland meadows are open,
Meadows and valleys are adorned like brides -
lush green grass and gleaming flowers everywhere,
Innocent flocks grazing with joy,
My sweetheart is showing me deep love,
She is speaking to me with a fairy smile,
Rain showers are pouring down,
Soothing me with a little pinch,
Like a mother teasing her child,
Don't worry child! Merciful father is filling your rivers,
To bless you with a good harvest.
Mykoul
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