yellowed, faded,
July petals of the summer,
dried greenness of grass.
as the record of past moments.
in the diary strengthened
with blue ink,
with colour of the river and clouds,
sailing with us, above our heads,
on the clear sky
without flashes and the storm
that image full of the sun
is lightening faces for us
we are franker for good deeds
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