‎When Spring Touches Me

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‎When spring touches me

‎I search for myself within myself

‎All colors lose their color

‎Only red finds a new language

‎My heartbeat spreads fragrance in the deep of eyes

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‎When you touch me

‎I get lost within myself

‎Poets become poems

‎Poems sing the praises of love

‎The topic of love flows in the end of waiting.

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‎When spring is far away

‎I wait

‎The kite of time flies in the blue sky.

‎When you are far away

‎From one planet to another

‎It feels like the whole world is mine.