ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
The smell of spring Luring in the wind Makes you look up At the blue clear sky Makes you think of life
The trees blossoming slowly The green becoming more lively The birds singing more clearly The wind's hand becoming softer As the sun rays glow brightly.
Nature is screaming of life again It's resurrected in time, no matter what winter she faced. She left it behind, not missing a tick on the clock She moved to spring, not being late, even for a bit
Life goes on
Life goes on
Whoever is dead now Will one day feel alive again
It's an endless circle
But humans aren't like nature We don't have a specific time frame to follow
We can be cold in summer Dead in spring Happy in winter And warm in autumn
We can be sad in all, over and over without being able to see the end.
However no matter how many times we skip spring, no matter how many years we never get to feel the lively seasons, no matter how late we get
If you live, you will meet them again.
Because as you are alive, nothing is absolute And that means that sadness won't be either.
[not sure if this can be considered a poem but they sure are some random thoughts of mine]
