When the falling sun
Spreads its aura
The woods blushes
The floating mist adds the trinkets,
No rain-clouds around…
Still these eyes are drenched...
Behind,
Yon side of the bush
I hear that clunk!
Four tiny legs and the trunk…
Smells this stranger
And hides beneath her mom...
Should I say?
I miss you too…
On your birthday…
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