SelfPub: With a palette of spring in hand, ...

With a palette of spring in my hands, I will paint the world in unusual colors with a brush of a mischievous wind, I will wash away sadness from tired eyes with warm torrential rain, I will smile with a dazzling rainbow, I will throw fluffy clouds of hope all over the sky and snow the earth with white bird cherry. And then I’ll put on my most beautiful dress, woven from a thousand flowers, and go waltzing with April, brush off all worries with the eyelashes of a light butterfly and fly, fortunately, like a swift bird, towards goodness, towards miracles.