The old tear drop becomes dry, but its still there

((стихи моей дочери)

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I stepped outside,
into a clear, dewy morning
I saw a rainbow,
and a couple of clouds
There was still one star shinning,
from the restless night before
The birds were greeting me
as well as the trees
The moon was fading,
and the star was giving its last glow
So that today will be new and young,
and all traces of the past can be forgotten.



Victoria(10,5)