Le Matin - kite to fly
on the seashore
kite
kite
to fly a kite
feet touching the sand
a little
childish dream/
to touch the rainbow
to be buried
in the blue well
golden
dust
like an orange
round
in the village
to run
never stop
to run
to look into the eyes of the sea
to touch
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
hidden in his hand
a little
world
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
and a kite
a kite
flying
towards the rainbow
from my hands
from me
from my sea.
BY: Dilara Pinar ARIÇ
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