My heart looks like Mark Chagall's "La Farandole d'Ete" today.
A warm festive afternoon, the sun is kind and spreading its maternal love, the sky is dreamy, farmers are dancing to celebrate their harvest time, lovers only have eyes for each other. Family and friends are happy all over, smiles, laughter, they are making me happy, too.
Me, feeling a little awkward in the air, embraced by the sunshine, waiting, yearning, longing for you - merging with the blue fantasy behind the sun - will come, take my hand very soon. When, darling, when? He will answer tenderly, "Hold your love and wait until I become pale pink. And sweetheart, it'll be our season when you see me glowing gold in the light."
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