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Birdy (Grâce)
Isabelle Polle
A Malinka.
She is beautiful
So different of people
She got The Grace
A bird which has opened all
all he jells, her cage
She seems to hold
the hand of God
when she is sleeping alone
A glimpse on the invisible
Like bird
She is catching the moon
by one of her wings
to spread dreams
like joy by a clown on childhood
or grace by a dervish on earth
She is a birth, a song
Colors on her feathers
to make danse the others
to escape hells for freedom
Like birds
She is the most beautiful soul
that I ever met in my life
The Light in a cloud, my soul
a kid singing in a cathedrale
She flies high in the Sky
to last my spring in winter
She lives, feels, loves, flies
as a last time, as never ever
as if she is going to die
Like birds