be my day by the sea

Be a look at the bench. A gentle breeze in your hair. Be a pearly sound. With a laugh so clear.
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be my day by the sea 

Be a look at the bench 
A gentle breeze in your hair 
Be a pearly sound
With a laugh so clear 

Don't worry
With curiosity between the eyebrows 
Be my now and my tomorrow 
In the evening and at dawn 

Be an impetuous run away
With me by the hand 
A round without taking a breather 
Be my train to the other country 

Petit Chapeau poems

Be an unauthorized climbing 
Between all the many strangers
Be the courage on springboards
And the smell of fresh shirts 

Be a day without a goal
Only with a compass but without shoes 
Be the Seine and the Nile 
In a city full of tranquility 

Be a dance on the floor 
Almost deserted on a beach
Be the person on the windowsill 
In an old house by the sea 

be mine here and there 
And my most beautiful around 
Be my smile for a whole year 
be my day by the sea  

day at the sea
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be my day by the sea

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