Dear friends, I really miss spring ... and I hope that I will soon meet my love) In this regard, a muse visited me, and I wrote a poem.
I understand that translating poetry is difficult, so do not judge strictly)

Catch the spring, warm in your palms.
Breathe that day, absorb it.
Leave a small wound on your heart.
And I'm sorry you're never coming back.
Look at the sun boldly,
Burn a hot spark.
Leave a farewell sign in the sky.
And fly away. And I'm leaving.