4 Leaving

Force of the water

Small island

Feather on the hat

Poetry cries

Ink and paper again

The Child in me is lost

Pure riverside, my view

Is drowning like a stone

Ring the Bell and listen :

Sadness in the night

Light deep in your eyes

Unicorn speaking

Everlasting tales

Once paradise

I will be gone soon

Forgotten

Hoped never-fading

Angels will come again

Bring the Child’s memories

Landscapes I come to you

She’ll float like a feather

Ring the Bell, no sound come :

Forgotten, little girl

Then, I will be gone soon