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The air knows it.
There´s a stillness of anticipation.
There are leaves from last autumn hanging still
in the spring breeze,
waiting for their final moment
as another moment is waiting for its time to shine.

The moment is soon here.
When she reaches out her hand
and the universe draws its breath.
A sudden lowering of the oxygen,
making us all a little dizzy.
And the autumn leaf stirred again.

Spring has come
with mall green buds of life and hope.
The butterflies stomp in their startingpits,
waiting for that summer day.

I can´t wait that long.