Sometimes you walk on water,
sometimes you sink like a stone:
there are many farewells
on the way to Summer.
Because the sun did not show up
I gave up on my blue dreams
and sold my soul to the Devil.
But bluebells bought it back:
some flowers are angels in disguise
some forests look like Paradise!
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Something blue © 2018 – F.G.M.