All around the planet
Birds fly away mysteriously
To get back to their first land
In a Spring round.
They have an ordely life
Each minute is preserved
From any waste of time.
They now the secret
They obey their instinct.
And I was despairing
Of my empty and wasted days
Of a roving and absurd life.
But I knew nothing
About the fertility of Nature
Who refuses stillness
In any thing she creates.
Even lost, I was walking
I didn’t know where I was going to
But Deities had their little idea
About the journey of my destiny
Obedient like greenery
All the seasons, I endure
And all my wasted time is given back to me
Althought I’d given it up,
I met you.
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