Smell of Spring
The snow before honey hued sun flees
The rivers begin to unfreeze
The fragrance of field flowers and bonfire is carried by spring breeze
Catkin begins to grow soon flowers will be pollinated by bees
Transverseing the linen blue visage of heavens is the flock of returning geese
The stillness of the meadow gives you false impression that everything is at peace
But wonders of both natural and supernatural never cease
And at spring time their output will increase
The amber colored leaves of ramifying willow stretch to the sky
They look like mosaic made from oceanic depths to anything that above them will fly
Its soul is like someone would make its cells transmogrify
Into bizarre form that in strange sideline of the mind will lie
The abyss of those forms to such immeasurable depths leads
That absolute counterbalance to make it real it needs
But neural flame those boundaries exceeds
And neural flame fueled none linearity is what this ability feeds
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