Who understand how
the birds are twittering,
Who knows about what
stars whisper on the sky,
who remember how
much the Moon know,
who has learned why
the sunshine is shy,
who loves the breeze
full of tenderness,
who noticed that the sky
got covered and gray,
who understood why
the tears fall of eyes,
this comprehend for what
the candle flamed out,
the door has closed,
and I silently went...
(c) shipka
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