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DescriptionA ray of sunlight filters through the branches Playing on the dew of the leaves still gourds, The night escaped, leaving the white light Gradually absorb the moist and heavy scents. In the wet thickets where a thousand creatures swarm The secret life resumes, immutable universe Ignoring the rumors, the hustle and bustle of the crowds Defying the time of men and their vain chimeras. The silence of a wood is only simple appearance If one listens, there a flying bird, A red squirrel swinging up there A swarm buzzing in a crazy race. At this magical hour when no one is dirty Sheltered paths where twigs crack The city, where already a whole crowd swarms May not know for whom the sun shines…
DescriptionA ray of sunlight filters through the branches Playing on the dew of the leaves still gourds, The night escaped, leaving the white light Gradually absorb the moist and heavy scents. In the wet thickets where a thousand creatures swarm The secret life resumes, immutable universe Ignoring the rumors, the hustle and bustle of the crowds Defying the time of men and their vain chimeras. The silence of a wood is only simple appearance If one listens, there a flying bird, A red squirrel swinging up there A swarm buzzing in a crazy race. At this magical hour when no one is dirty Sheltered paths where twigs crack The city, where already a whole crowd swarms May not know for whom the sun shines…
