On the landscape of sands, stands a wood so small,
Almost torn to death yet carrying a bud,
Ravaged by grievous days & those Halloween nights,
Stretching out at the sky, standing tall on the sandy bed;
Shoveled by sands yet creeping alive,
Has seen trespassers flapping it on the dithering gloom;
Still the bud stands wavering in the killer breeze,
Searchin for the star that can make It bloom.
Ripped from the clouds comes a light shearing down,
The bud still stands posing a smile;
Petals separate, fragrance leak,
Caz on the sky appeared a star shining by;
The wait is over, Prayers overheard,
The woods still holds on now with a flower alongside;
Even if the star wish the flower to die,
It will do so carrying a smile;
Along the paths of the desserted way,
Which had never seen twilight;
And on the woods waiting for its star come by,
Blooms my love forever tonight…!
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