Annual

   There was a very small mouse

With a majestic smile

Without a feeble step,

but a gentle walk.

Who made not big sacrifices,

but September Promises

who didn't surround,

but sat close

to me.



I had an only one,

with hundreds of hopes in the past

who saw east of them

to see the tears of August

and the smile in June.



I picked that flower

because it was small and weak

but it held its head high,

held its back straight,

not a petal was missing

so I'll keep it ...

and hold it in my hand sometimes

or I will sit close.



My very small friend.

she had a majestic smile,

and a gentle walk

Hundreds of hopes in the past ...

Tears that ran in August

But a smile bigger than June.

And she always sat close to me.