Crazy Birds
The snow will melt and the seasons will change
On the months that we are away
Minutes, hours and seconds will pass
If you look sporadically through the windowpane
Soon you will see spring again
Time will pass once more
Where the sun will blaze across the sky
The warmth will kiss your skin
As summers end approaches I will be back again
Our migratory process
Like birds in love without a sense of direction
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