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Springtime

Tatyana Butaeva

February rains its final days away, The world anticipates enchanting spring, Beneath the crystal stars' ethereal ray Colored dreams to sleeping children bring.

I cannot sleep, my thoughts drift far and wide, I wish good health to those both near and far, In silence I ask pardon, open-eyed, And joy in creeping spring's approach I share.

I bid farewell to winter's icy reign, See tenderness in heaven's brilliant light... Winter's departure comes—a truth plain! I hear the footsteps—springtime's gentle flight...

I came into this world one autumn morn, Yet green-adorned spring captures all my heart! O God, grant me the wisdom to be born, Which gold can never purchase or impart.

Winter departs. A new beginning breaks... Spring knocks and asks the door be opened wide... O God, let me not cease, whatever wakes, To hope. To trust. To love with heart as guide.

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