May
New month opens the door,
We are already in.
May has other story to live,
another line to step on,
fresh flowers to smell
new nests to take care of.
May plays music for deaf ears,
only indigo souls
listen to the notes.
Weather plays with us,
we are grey and dark,
shiny and bright.
The sky is above us
showing us many faces.
Blooming makes us smile,
soon as we wake up.
May has the magic key,
if it wants to use it.
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