READ THIS IN THE SPRING
Son, read this letter in the Spring
I want you to hear me with the birds
And think of me in the sun.
I know it is odd that I ask you choose the Spring
Because our winters lack winter, there at home.
What makes winter winter, really does not exist there at home.
But the Spring really does make itself noticeable!
The sun’s shift is small but curing,
And like that, we do not feel childhood, there at home.
But oh, how warm the feeling of adulthood
How liberating is the feeling of seven days of autonomy! Over and over!
It is like you have hit Spring.
But son, in Spring, blankets do not do the same.
Coffee and baked ones and movies
Do not do the same.
How liberating is the feeling of seven days of autonomy? Over and over?
It is like you have lost the winter.
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