64. You and I, holding hands.

At winter's end, the sound of ice slowly melting, Dreams faintly sprouting seeds, one by one. On every empty street, under a sky painted blue, New life breathes, and the spring wind blows. A warmth from the sun, almost within reach, Yesterday’s chill fades far into the past, Step by step, we walk into a new tomorrow. Pain and trials now sing the songs of spring, A melody of courage etched in the heart. You and I, holding hands, Dancing the dance of spring, dreaming together. Among the blue petals, swayed by gentle breezes, A festival of new beginnings, our springtime for all. You and I, holding hands, Dancing the dance of spring, dreaming together.