Kri-kra
Fallen twigs Crack beneath your two brown hands Your face blooms with pride Like Goliath sunflowers Curri-curri Curri-curri You dance a dusky ballet as crickets sing their feverish heart song And brilliantly the fireflies Punctuate each note Their flashes like a wish on a birthday cake. Do they know how they make this little ones smile shine bright as a falling star? Sweet raspberries A red Deeper than the crowns of your sun blushed Cheeks fall like raindrops into your nimble hands Brown and gray mosquitoes heavy with good wishes for their young will feast upon your supply thighs sweaty forehead curving arms as you dig tunnels, sift through fields of lilies, Dig graves for summer bugs crushed in youthful folly quiet fleets of brave mothers Will hum thanks for the bounty of life love is their might.
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