a veil of blue
hardly crumpled
of dragonflies
any childhood
has the sky
for playing field
so tiny but so important like poetry
a veil of blue
hardly crumpled
of dragonflies
any childhood
has the sky
for playing field
you come
the day is rising
the world is symmetrical
the heart becomes lighter
the sky is breathing
memory is fertile
the hour is faded
the die is launched
hazard is flimsy
in ” un monde en prose” Apogee éditions