The Thoughtful Girl and the Foolish Boy
A girl was leaning on the window;
She was quiet
- apparently -
but in her silence,
she frowned her face,
narrowed her eyes;
she was thinking,
so thoughtful as the deep skies.
“Hey, thoughtful Girl,
why leaning so somber,
can’t you see so many stars ?
Tell me, their brightness is not a reason
to frown less ?”
“Hey boy, I do see so many stars…
and tried to count them in pairs
but then I noticed:
Why am I so far from them?”
“Wondering Girl,
so a star you would be
and just shine and never wonder…
ah, it can lead you so afar.”
“It may be so, it may be so.”
“Thinking girl, look down;
beneath your window,
flourishes a garden.
Lets pick Daises, Roses Lilies
and even Poppies…
Let’s scent their perfume,
caress their petals,
play with their colors
and even sing their music.”
“Oh, boy, let them be…
Between a bouquet and me –
I will always refuse to be.
They are so appealing
with such deep fragrance…
A single flower I wanted to be.”
“Oh, pray the gods no, pray the poet yes.”
“I just want to know why…”,
and she closed the window.
“Thinking girl, thinking girl,
I forgot why as you leaned on the window,
when I was passing by thinking to myself:
Who would like to be my star?”
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