Spring Will Come
Spring will come
I spoke last night with streams of water
I put my hand under their icy surface
And felt their warmth
Spring will come
The trees whispered to me like old friends
And the grass seeds under the cold mud
I saw how the blood of the earth was boiling
Spring will come
The bread of tomorrow sleeps under the pollen of snow
Icy mountaintops and murky skies
I heard in the air the distant wings of birds
Spring will come
Why are you still alive
If you don’t believe it?
1988
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