Just like an impeccable young one,
the night sleeps,
when the winter sets in...
The dawn is wet with delinquency,
the blossoms bloom and chuckle,
while the human laziness persists,
in the candied sleep for a day long...
The herd of cows,
return in the dusk,
the fragrance of blossoms,
brings in novelness,
it creates a sense of mirth,
when it touches the soul,
then searches for the same winter night tides....
the night sleeps,
when the winter sets in...
The dawn is wet with delinquency,
the blossoms bloom and chuckle,
while the human laziness persists,
in the candied sleep for a day long...
The herd of cows,
return in the dusk,
the fragrance of blossoms,
brings in novelness,
it creates a sense of mirth,
when it touches the soul,
then searches for the same winter night tides....
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