Niji Chrys

shifting away from June's bud
to leave dandelions scattered in the yard
this dawn of July
marks the end of a lie
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it will fleet
after the mist
and droplets of rain.
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how much do you know of my responsibilities?
you little selfish clouds who wander aimlessly under my shade
i pretend to be dead and let the rays shine through
you think i am immovable so you play with thunders
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To a child who lives in a mansion
Where you be blessed with luxury

You are a child, so sweet, so sweet
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in this wooden plain house

where smell of paint and water
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Say father, you are living in a beautiful garden beneath
Dressed in beautiful clothes, greenish and whitish
Dwelling there are fruits from four seasons
And summer children dancing around
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Today, I give to you
A poetry book
To teach you
Not to judge a human
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