Primavara esti atit de frumoasa.

semne_de_primavara_iv_by_lk_photography-d614lmyAm clipit doar pentru o secunda si am vazut cum imi zimbeste pamintul .Zimbeste pentru ca traieste.S-a dezmortit din miinile iernii , si si-a dezghetat fiecare bucatica de rasuflare.A iertat totul si nu isi face dusmani , a iertat si iubeste din nou fiecare firicel de iarba . Traieste frumos din adincul inimii doar pentru ca a inceput totul de la nimic.Nu se supara si permite la toti sa il calce.Si ar spune cineva , ca e doar un pamint.Insa eu ii simt rasuflarea grea si implinita , ii simt lacrimile care se strecoara pina la marginea lui , ii simt parfumul lui care infloreste si aduna fiecare albinuta.Pamintul nostru e viu , caci tine de mina o prietena buna ca primavara.Imbracata in razele soarelui adevarat , parfumata cu un parfum nascut din primii muguri al pomilor , stralucita de nuantele razelor vii , frumoasa si vie.Mindra , atit de frumoasa ea isi tine drumul pe care la pornit.Chiar daca a avut de suferit , chiar daca ochii tristi de oameni au lasat-o sa se simta fara de folos , ignorata.Ea si-a spalat ranile unei ierni demult uitate  si a aparut pe fiorii inimii noastre , atit de repede si senin.

M-am oprit din drumul meu , doar pentru a nu ma grabi sa ajung undeva.M-am oprit si i-am daruit acestei primaveri o admiratie inascuta frumos si cu o apriga dorinta.Am privit-o pina mi-se uscau ochii , si nu imi ajungea aer sa respir.Atunci am vazut , cit de frumoasa e primavara , cit de frumos e pamintul ei.Iar clipita aceasta in care imi lasa sa observ cum se naste totul , cum capata aer si viata fiecare copil de iarba si floricia albastra.

Si am inteles , ca chiar daca ploua , tu primvara esti atit de frumoasa.Nu te ascund nici vinturile luate impreuna , nu te i-a nici frigul care doar ne atinge , nu iti culege nimeni din frumusetea ta , atit de pura.

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Hello, there! My name is Diana. I am from the Republic of Moldova. Moved to the United States in 2016, and started from the beginning. I was born to inhale words instead of air, to have ink instead of blood, to live thousands of years everything people live in a moment. Since I remember myself, I had this deep connection with the moon, autumn, and woods. I was the sensitive child in the family or the weirdest one. I discovered my passion at an early age, but my wings were broken since I was in high school. Didn't stop flying. Moved to another planet, where I had to learn English from the beginning. I am an overexcited person who adores words and struggles with grammar. I write gritty short stories, novels, and poems, holidays articles, etc. Besides that, I am a student and a MOM.

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