Fall from the clouds,
who would I ever be.
You who are
very incredulous,
are trepid.
Marvel,
what kind of change is this?
I can hardly believe
what type in you
goes into bloom almost
You are...
a Primrose
and spontaneous,
tremulous for us.
The momentary soul,
skeptical about the future..
I say that..
everything is
in persuading oneself
that the already will last happiness has fled.
You are very dear
until
a little cry real tears,
for nothing if as an excuse
you will pretend in the twilight
a tiny speck between us .
Joke us very lively
Skeptical about the future
Lose me,
I'll lose you too.
But who are we?
Amazed.
What a change is this, if the already fleeting happiness lasts.

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