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Abraheel
Lluvia cantando
sobre gotas cayendo
de tu tristeza.
The leaves also bloom
in her hair and mind,
and sometimes
the come out
through her mouth
She´s the girl never talks,
at least you are a flower
of the mothers garden.
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and somentimes,
​
if she´s not too sad.
if she´s not too tired.
she sings until the Moon.
starts to dance with the Sky.
She
lives
surrounded
by
plants
so
one
day
she´ll
become
one.
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