Let your words be like a wild flower,
A smile of azure
With a tiny mouth of gold,
In the naked sunshine of a desert,
As blissful as the kiss of a mother
On the forehead of a smiling child.
When you talk of life,
It seems as if on the road
We are confronted with a rock,
Unsightly and huge,
Which happened to be there
For no known reason,
Unyielding to all solutions.
Let your words fly
Lightly in the sun
Like butterflies.
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