#4081 poetry

photo : les couleurs de Golden Bay, je ne m’en lasse pas, mais en ce moment, dans la région, il fait bon de voir la température diminuer un peu.

And then I became a child again.

At this very moment

of amazement,

Blue was the color

of the event

under my eyelids.

Yes, the sand was burning

And the waves smelled of

salt and seaweed

And we were almost not hungry anymore

for breathing  the summer, with squinted eyes

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