Spring knocked on the door
and fura your trend
He gave us bouquets of flowers
bathed in the light of God

Orchards put on dresses
a canopy of magical flowers
The whirlwind gently combs them
The smell entered my veins ..

My soul looks like magic
love flooded my heart
the magical opium flower
leads to divine peace

Petals are everywhere in me
The goddess gave me happiness
nectar drops of field flowers
they bathe me in the most beautiful perfume . . .

© Slavka Božović
Montenegro