blooming morello cherries,
are throwing petals up to legs,
white the same as the snow.
it is stretching densely in grass,
creating soft carpets.
it resembles, the past season
when the winter was fully
we were making in the garden,
the guest, with the red nose.
it passed, together with the winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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