a sip of fresh water in summertime
a ball that rolls down the courtyard
a fall a little pain
a tear that as dewdrop slips away
and then again a smile as an embroidery on your beautiful face
nothing new
only life as seen by children
that wandering happiness
that we, the grown up, do not recall
Marco Bo
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