When the linguistic has changed to hate and bullets, let’s talk about love and flowers. Let’s talk about spring.
For I have learnt that the first leaf falls when it’s still summer, and the first flower blooms when it’s still winter. Let’s talk about spring.
For I have learnt that although it’s still cold when the leaves shoot off, days get longer, and it’s called spring. Let’s talk about spring.
In the days of hate and bullets, let’s talk about love. Let’s talk about flowers. Let’s talk about spring.
Debdutta Paul 