Under the rainThe words don’t seem to be the sameShe can make them dance in the windCreate images with an invisible penζUnder the rainThe clouds don’t seem so heavyShe can dance and throw water in the airCreate dreams with a peacock featherζUnder the rainHer wishes don’t seem so naiveShe can design multiple shapesCreate colours with different brushesζUnder the rainShe is herselfUnique and freeA dreamer dwelling in a world of beauty

Cet article provient du blog Marie Kléber. Marie habite à Paris et est également auteur de Monsieur Chatouille et Feu d’artifice.
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