O february!! thou arrival has led,
To the growing beautiful buds blithesome;
that would soon young flowers become.
And unto horizons, their colourful beauty spread.
Their sweet scent would senses evoke,
Of my bewildered race; lost menfolk.
To the growing beautiful buds blithesome;
that would soon young flowers become.
And unto horizons, their colourful beauty spread.
Their sweet scent would senses evoke,
Of my bewildered race; lost menfolk.