Chimney - You can’t even imagine how pleasant it is for me to feel the spring smells and sounds in the air!

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    You can't even imagine how pleasant it is for me to feel
There are spring smells and sounds in the air! With these notes I have an appetite
I’m having breakfast, and meanwhile people are hiding in their warm holes,
trying to warm up.  unfortunately, they were never able to melt
my souls, which means I will meet spring alone again.        
                                                                
    wet sneakers slip on dirty ice. I'm in a hurryleaving the populated area, running away from curious, indifferent and
even familiar eyes. Today I want to feel the energy that
overtakes us with the arrival of spring, I go to the boiler room and raise
eyes to once again admire the gray haze, lazily
crawling out of a high pipe.                                   
                                                                
                                                                
    I am overtaken by an unbridled passion to become part of this
process.   I run past reason and grab the first one
the rung of a cold rusty ladder.  a few minutes without
looking around, I climb up, not paying attention to the screams below and
gusty wind carrying the smell of melting wet snow.        
                                                                
                                                                
 The tired smiling sun blinds with fiery beauty. I
I take a few steps and find myself in the center of the unthinkable
a combination of gray, cruel puffs of smoke and pure, newly born
the heavens.   Strange monotonous people scurrying around below
completely unaware of my endless joy. I understand how rare
we raise our eyes to the sky, fixing our gaze on infinity and
great secretexistence, how rarely we admire the beauty and harmony
world in which we live, how rarely we try to understand
difficult things: to understand each other, to understand ourselves and our own,
tangled in one vast ball of gloomy thoughts.             
                                                                
                                                                
    The cheerful wind brings you back to life with intoxicating power. peace,
filled with rich tones of orange light, penetrates the soul,
warming her with warm waves of memories. I'm gaining more faith in
the future, being at the source of the rebirth of the bursting light energy
to freedom!                                                     
                                                                
    u I shout to this frozen world: "wake up! Catch in the air
pure notes of the spring tuning fork - it is waiting for you! tighten the strings
and your soul will sing in harmony with everything beautiful and bright! you
you will hear the song of the great cycle of rebirth of nature and merge with
the endless rhythm of the meaning of a once lost life."             
                                                                
    leaning my back against the concrete monolith, I peer into
future. the boiler room works flawlessly, warming someone’s crying people,
icy hearts frozen into streams of slush and mud. I singsong
of your spring in unison with the carefree wind, maybe you too
someday you'll sing it with me! it's a pity that there's no voice yet
your soul sleeps, encased in the white ice of marble walls.      

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