When you touch me
the river of life
inside me
becomes a violent torrent
the grass blooms and smiles
the hill slopes
smell like thyme.
When you touch me
happy seas are spread
on my azure horizons
Innumerable poppies turn their red
lamps on.
Trees burdened with Spring bloom
into my eyes.
And the white winters with their shivers
melt and vanish
melt and vanish…