Her dreams, like kites strung from her heart,
never take flight so she has severed their strings
From her roof, so near the edge,
kites on the horizon appear
half-way already to heaven
Chagall 2020
Her dreams, like kites strung from her heart,
never take flight so she has severed their strings
From her roof, so near the edge,
kites on the horizon appear
half-way already to heaven
Chagall 2020