The window of summer
Is now open
And like the eyes
Of newly born babies
They shut for a while
Like a strip tease
Like a dragonfly
Abandoned on the table
How warm summer is
With jubilant calls
It makes a flower turn back
To a fresh petal
a bud
We sit on the grass
And listen to the breeze
To the leaves of some grasses
Sprouting like they are
Very tiny dessert flowers
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