Spring

How powerless to
push the air take-off,
and reach over flying
the dragonfly?

Wild and glistening awakening
the early morning sun above nodding.

I can not let go maiden
laments after the Kalevala
repentance mirage.

Echoing sounds after
silence, we shall be changed
again, the cave period of human beings
if the technology to deceive?

I know the feeling in my chest,
it has a touch of spring.
Misery has risen on a hill
security awakening of spring flood.