in a spring in quest of a mirror
a leaf yellow, yellow and green, is in a spring in quest of a mirror
a low-hill lass folds her body to test how fresh may be her face
when our wood vermilioned or so quiet the forested stones
follow boy one that slips down to close the day at the darkness dense
what's in your palm ?
a job? please tell!
is all that rings at the lips of the lass
and suddenly she stares at the luminous wings
of the last bird in the twilight calm
as she stares and notes tears and tears
the silent boy hides in the bewildered spring
yes, it's exactly what he attempts to hide
a leaf yellow, yellow and green, is in the spring in quest of a mirror
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