a blue sun painted on a large piece of paper
surprised itself in mirrors, starting to melt
oh don't be candles sighed the child
afraid of asking for more paper-
it's no one's birthday yet-
but it was. the blue sun thought.
I've just appeared and what is shining
for?
the blue sun shone, a little uncertainly at first,
colouring the blue waters bluer, if it were possible,
in the small pools where the babies waded;
making them stand still in the purple ripples
fingers in their cherry mouths,
lost in the blueness.
your first daydream!
cried their mothers.
on cue, the babies found first words
blue sun! they cried lifting their arms as if to
be picked up by deep turquoise, dripping,
shy before hyacinths-
in the early spring
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