Spring
How dangerous is to dance
on the tiptop of a small petal,
spinning round and round,
imitating the wind’s sound?
A falling might be lethal,
but would you miss the chance
to be wedded this spring?
While reading a new poem,
I went astray in the wood
with my leather bound book.
I rested near a hushed brook,
I had no water, I had no food,
but I had only a real problem:
to be wedded this spring!
And before it is too late,
I will tell that this song
wasn’t about me or you,
but what together we do
cannot be ever wrong,
When we share the fate
to be wedded this spring.
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