the storm is coming and everyone runs home,
but you can stay and watch the colors change.
Nobody will ask why, it will seem that you are searching the water.
hear the songs of seagulls in the air bracing
and you'll finally be alone with your dreams.
Nobody will be surprised ...
You know, the fish comes right when the weather changes.
What a fantastic ploy may be a fishing rod,
almost like a camera.
Nobody will come to disturb you.
Play by the reader of the blog "Apres la pluie" by Rene Aubry.
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