A single touch of wind –
– The purest inspiration –
It’s playing on my skin
Its lovely subtle song.
The Sun is making tricks –
Mysterious flirtation
Enshrouding apple trees
With shadows growing long.
The river of perfumes
Imposes a sensation
I’m falling in a flume
But raise unharmed and strong.
I’ll close my eyes.
I’ll miss
My bus.
With indignation
One say there is no bliss –
Insist that he is wrong.
A single touch of wind...
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