Le Matin - kite/to fly

on the seashore

kite

kite

to fly a kite

feet touching the sand

a little

childish dream/

to touch the rainbow

to be buried

in the blue well

golden

dust

 

like an orange

round

in the village

to run

never stop

to run

to look into the eyes of the sea

to touch

 

7 colors

7 faces

7 words

hidden in his hand

a little

world

7 colors

7 faces

7 words

and a kite

a kite

flying

towards the rainbow

from my hands

from me

from my sea.

 

 

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