The heat of spring
Bloom the flambeaus,
Coloring the mornings,
Announcing a new age.
Spreads out beautifully
The noble mother nature:
It is the heat of spring!
Dating, the birds
Rebuild their nests,
They love themselves flying over the skies.
They are a beautiful example,
Beautifying the infinite
The offspring multiplied.
With such sky I fulfill myself
And I feel in heat
As the grass in splendor.
Following my road
I seek in a stop,
Someone to be my love!
Oriza Martins
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