I see..still yet the music..
..brushes lips..acoustic notes..
..sound as leaves moving..
..across..smiles talking..
..whispering of rain to come..
..The moon is high..is to...
..sometimes to it's low..
..They move in and out of...
..bushes...cotton blooms..
..inside..out of sight...clouds..
..When they stop..talking music..
..colors...kissing bubbles..rise..
..shields view...of you smiling.....
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I would like to translate this poem