(I dedicated this poem to Alain Barrière (Bellec) , a French singer-poet that I love.I am admitting listening to his beautiful songs while I am writing. I am shocked about his death. I wrote this poem not knowing that Alain Barrière had passed away today, December 19,2019.
RIP my brother!)
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Yes, even though she is not in water, we see her move as if swimming. Even though she is not a flower, she proclaims purity like a lily. The garden becomes a bower around her, giving a greenlight to daydreams. Fortunate is the poet whose words are worthy of her.