*The spring kissing* POEM.
**The spring kissing
and the new green sprouted
like a green smoke.
The clouds were passing
about the youth field ...
Under that flowery almond,
everything loaded with flower
I remembered ... I have cursed
my youth without love.
Today ... in the middle of life,
I have stopped to meditate ...
! Youth never lived
who would dream again! *
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