the willow weeps tonight
as the fireflies fleet
over a warm summery breeze
illuminating away
greenish as newborn spring meadows
the path to motherland
waiting for the long winter
to come and go
into its descent way
until next year, to fly away again.
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Tecelã de Sonhos - Poesia D'água
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