May 1, 2024
ephemeral moth
drinking sunlight
white-winged being
of a brief life
loving eyes
wandering in the early morning
a drop falls on its wing
it feels life
it flies
despite the wind
while itβs alive
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౨β‘ΰ§ βEntΓ£o, de seda e nΓ‘car, toda de orvalho trΓͺmula, serΓ‘s eterna. E efΓͺmero o rosto meu, nas lΓ‘grimas do teu orvalhoβ¦ E frΓ‘gil.β ౨β‘ΰ§
