Spring

   The poem about longing.

Why does sadness sound so sad

Like ongoing fountains of snow

Into spring

When you feel the waiting

Warmth fighting cold layers

Around your globe.

Unpleasant light

Penetrating your eyes

When you want to crawl deep

Into your contents

Not to see

Not to hear

To gather the marbles

Of your frozen self

And melt them

Under the Sun

Where is sun

When you need one

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