FLIGHT
Purple crocuses were dancing in the night.
Between the old pines, they found the tenderness.
Purple crocuses, among the old pines,
they were kissing the night, finding tenderness.
My eyes are crying out of joy.
Love delight is pouring.
Wings in coveted yearning.
My soul lives in a fairy flight.
I'm taking the dusty roads.
Faceless pylons are rising.
How I miss you - happy cherries,
immersed in the Spring truth.
If there's a tiny flame shining?
If there's a spark of embers?
Our love - a blossomed flower,
it has flown our souls in Heaven.
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