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you are that sun ray
on a cloudy rainy winter day

High down below

High on his words
Her wings are lifting her up
To another reality
But her legs want to stick to the ground

Surreal space
Is not unknown to her
Neither is the downfall
That follows

Afraid of reaching the ceiling
Anytime soon
She will, for now
Stick to the ground

your vibes

Your vibes
add colors
to the white sheet
of mundane existence

Poème de Baudelaire*

"Je veux m'anéantir dans ta gorge profonde
Et trouver sur ton sein la fraicheur des tombeaux"

- Damien Saez