Falling slowly
from your blooming savior.
A fresh one
bright and green
twirling about the air
like a light butterfly
just born.
Such a lovely teardrop
figure.
Landing to make another stepping stone
with your plush dewy
surface.
Soon to be deatroyed
by the one
you strive to save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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