Flower
So sad So just looking
is not your home
this ungrateful earth barren of envy and
ugliness
not for your petals
The gray of the sky every day
Opens its doors Mogi
of your tears, bitter dew
I Tend silent.
Wait,
Among gl'alti drums
Folli
idols of a temple not yours.
A ray of sunshine. Smile
unexpected
will give you the blossoming
you knew.
weeping bitterly
You will laugh your glow
Your life
Your color.
And to the end, until the last petal
,
taste
will laugh.
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