This poem is written for Rio, who is my light. You, in the strange fantastic light bringing all the good things; the bright light and the fragrance of the spring.The sky is lightning up your eyes, two reflecting glorious lakes.You are the dazzling like a diamond with the jewels in your hair.Leaping, playful, hopeful, youthful in the full speed of light, sudden break and slow down.This is Grandma's partThe light is dim.A surprise-slightly decayed fruit.That's a symphony of life.By Ewa Szpetecka.
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This poem is written for Rio, who is my light.
You, in the strange fantastic light bringing all the good things; the bright light and the fragrance of the spring.
The sky is lightning up your eyes, two reflecting glorious lakes.
You are the dazzling like a diamond with the jewels in your hair.
Leaping, playful, hopeful, youthful in the full speed of light, sudden break and slow down.
This is Grandma's part
The light is dim.
A surprise-slightly decayed fruit.
That's a symphony of life.
By Ewa Szpetecka.
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