Spring

Spring touches the mix of greenish-orange leaves

Shining as if was polished

Sweet-fresh air…

A new season with a promise of bright;

 Lighted days

As if part of the day…lilies bloom

A real thought ceases the moment

Adopting a new road

The old roots deeper and deeper

So right abstract;

White dove flies

The azure skies

Stay for awhile before the rain!

Jade da Rocha