Bring Me Springs

I don't know how many spring has past
And saw my life be spent without touching nothing but a leaf
And without touching a blossom on a twig 
The most beautiful days of my life with handcuff

Please, bring me springs with your hands
In a visitation, in a breezy day 
Send me a letter springlike, redolent and reminiscent

I took the fire from Prometheus
And burnt the castles of cruelty in Nineveh
And opened my hearth
Bleeding among sharp talons of eagles from Olympus
For new loves in a Newroz spring