Under the shade of a tree. Original poem.

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Under the shade of a tree.

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I go out to the forest so close
and under the shade of a tree
you were afraid of a bee
because it could sting your fine skin
that turned red like a carnation
for which I had to bring
a cream of a soft sensation.

But you went to another land
and from here your grace
is the only thing that I can contemplate
under a sad and languid shade.