The Tears of Spring.
Spring comes, draped with flowers, brightened by the dazzling sun, accompanied by intoxicating scents. Just as a girl, in the flush of youth, is bedecked of her joy, illumined by her happiness, accompanied by the music of love.
Spring, like a girl, frequently sheds tears. There is a tender poesy in these first rain-drops when Spring lets them fall on the carpet of flowers-and when a woman lets them fall on the threshold of her dreams...
The first rains of Spring beflower the earth and perfume nature. The first tears of youth turn into pearls and diamonds of love and future happiness.
Erte
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