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Along with the wind comes a sweetness,
crawling in my skin.
The train is arriving to its destiny
and i look thrue the window of my wishes.
The fields are golden green,
the sky is nearly naked
and the landscape is filled with hope.
The bitterness has been washed away
along with the leaves layed on the floor,
and the sad eyes of winter
are now sleeping.
My feet can finally walk
thrue a dry path.