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My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Spring is when you feel warm sunlight on your skin, listen to the wind and birds chattering. It is the most relaxing and happiest time of the year. When you have spent last 8 years in Florida, where four seasons are warm, medium hot, super-hot and sizzling hurricane-season, you become more appreciative of “normal” four seasons. I am not going to hide it from you; I am excited to be back in the climate where I have all gorgeous and necessary periods of the year. Hot summer, gold autumn. Especially spring, when every tree and flower waking up from white and sparkle winter. This period of the year when trees that look ugly and plain during the winter, blooms in the most beautiful and amazing way.