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little girl sits beside a creek pulls only one straw of the oxeye daisy's white leafs they sail lightly down to the ground for each straw drops a tear down on her rose-red cheek The water wind in the creek caressing the Water Lily's leafs one after one leaves no one unmoved. The frog on the Water Lily's leaf studies her. Now she only has left the stem with the yellow flower-bud leaning forward the creek she sees how the water spin around the stones and playing fishes swim round. Hearing the roar and the splashing when the water meet the stones feeling the sun warm rays |
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deep into her body. She dip the Oxeye daisy flower-bud into the creek to see how the water caress and pulls the flower-bud. When she feels that the water is swallowing it again she takes it up and contemplate the water dripping off. When she feels prepared to let the flower-bud sail away she moves her hand over a big leaf put it tenderly and carefully again she stretches her toward the creek to say goodbye to the flower-bud. As she follow the flower-buds trip she regrets and worries. She thinks: Was it worth it?
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