Poetry

 
Spring gave me new dresses.
They are made of clouds' dreams,
warm glances and soft touches.

Accessories are also important.
A necklace of kisses and scarf
with gentle smiles.
Do I look well?

Shoes dance by themselves.
They have joyful bows
and heels made of bird's trills
Where are we going?

Chill of the indifference
need only disappear
Mistrust should melt.

Look! First snowdrop!
Do you want it?
I will offer you something valuable