• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 11
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La Plage

Under the cobbles
softer than the cobwebs
attached to the fingers

a string of pearls for a smile
For miles and miles she strode
with horsehair for a flag

and the wind for a song

Underwater she dreamt
that her silence was only a dream
and she dreamt it silently

when on land

Like a good memory
she was never lost
she is always somewhere

and her voice could tell you that
the days are never long
when you are as open as a sunset

(and she has her own breath to keep her warm)