The flowering lilacs'
aroma.
Sun's little drops
in rain
puddles.
I see my reflection.
I see these eyes.
The child's eyes.
I smell jasmine and rose.
Green eyes
and a scent's cigarettes.
New morning of mine.
May is an unearthly time.
It is the love of the child.
I smell Earth's faded leaves,
Autumn,Rain and Moon.
The sunset's descended
on threads.
The child is dead.
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The child
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