true story

sheepish and fearful, — placed on the rib of a dream,
a tree tries to put itself a new suit on its twigs

a thread of sand feeling it, it began to wave a poem
metamorphosing the view into a palpitating symphony

subtle fragrances of the pink magnolias and pines
kissed the spring's ambiance budding it in a true story

and me, i became warmer listening curiously, its light,
orchestrated tenderly by a moaning subtle breeze


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