My eyes go down
The legs of the girl
That blonde
Shines in the sun.
Cloud spits water
Me.
A glass of milk
It is the only ornament of the garden.
The blonde girl looks at me,
His hair
They are like glasses of milk.
White in the sun.
Reminds me butterflies
From my childhood,
All were white from the sun,
All were blondes,
All were women.
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