sous la pluie

Raindrops,

many small glassy diamonds,

that give birth to life,

that sparkle in the face of

the sun,

They are everywhere,

these tiny miracles,

only man often wants

to miss the magic of life

wants to control, wants the control

over himself and the thing

that controls him.

But how far would we have to run,

to get away from ourselves?

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