Beautiful little butterfly with painted wingsThat weaves in and out of the greenery,Singing and fluttering alongAmidst the bubbling of joy.
I watch you quietly from afarAs you roam and race like a northern breeze,I ask myself: “Among the flowers and leaves,Has the greenery entered you, or you IT?”
On the piano roof, the symphony of rain, Scatters a sorrowful music, Speaking from afar to my memories, Setting them to notes, to be sung...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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