Look at that, such beauty!
Like blue bubbles, naive blue eyes.
A shining princess she resembles.
How could you not sigh?
Yellow youth.
Endless generosity.
How could you leave her when you said you were going to?
No, you couldn't.
You had to return to the happiness of the possibility.
To the comfortable laughter,
to the conversations that relieved the solitude.
Look at that.
So fresh, so content with life.
Like kind caresses, sweet words of her mouth.
A beautiful road she offers.
Look,
she's waiting.
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