A thought carries me away to the Far East
and the yellow Japanese roses,too
the spring is in the surrounding,list,
miracles get fulfilled if you believe they're true...
falling in love for life and serenety
the wind blows in the cloths with generousity
a vague fragrance of Denim of masculinity...
The forget-me-not sprinkle in the garden,dear
tiny blue glitters,hiding
near the verbina leaves and here
the flowers in their pots are also smiling.
The bench that shows it's wood nest
invites me to the rest,
to sit down and to smell deeply
the quince flowery scent quietly.