Springtime Deaths

<br>Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. Another cruelty brought to me. And again a flower born and<br>before it withers wind`s whispers are blowing it away... Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but<br>it`s not time for leaves to fall and it`s not time for dying at all... Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the<br>last rain drops, but stay... Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with melancholy of the grey something faded away, but<br>melancholy remained... I cannot... regret... In springtime the grey has the due to fade away but the days come grey again, with the<br>season of grief in bloom cause in springtime the deaths are two.