A blue light

iridescent

in its colors

wraps

the meadows of flowers

among unripe lemons

While

a soft pink

sleeps lightly

in the green mantle

bright

like an angel

by moon eyes

sweet sounds

of harps and violins

they get up in the sky

mossi

the gentle breeze

in the great expanse

of red poppies

sorrowfully

I admire from afar

that flower

serenely

rests

among rose petals

without being able to

smell it

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