SelfPub: Just live and breathe...

My spring, thank you for coming so brightly and swiftly, for being at the right time. Then, when the thirst in the depths of the soul of that new, bright and warm life reached its maximum. Thank you for letting me see the forest in the fresh haze of bird cherry leaves, thank you for the softness of the carpet of anemones, for the many-voiced bird choir. For a fresh gentle wind. For the sun Behind the bright stars is a narcissus in the young grass. For the smells of the earth in the garden. Thank you for the scatterings of spring saffron and for the opportunity to feel it in bright fragrant buns. For the opportunity to sit with freshly baked muffins and fragrant tea and watch the sunset rays play in the room. Smiling at the shadows from the swaying curtains. Live. Rejoice. Be silent.