Reflecting the sky in little puddles,
Carrying, each, an amber stone
Small, round, wide and shining,
Clouded for a moment;
How the identical droplets reflect the sky,
But how easily, in one instant,
In the blink of an eye;
One of the amber stones,
Settled in its pool,
It lets out a tear- And cries.
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