Flake

I am a flake

From the Blue Bird

That rests its wings

On your love

I am a feeble flake

And I remind you

That life and love

Are a divine gift.

For an instant I am a flake

But I protect you

By being detached

From the celestial fate.

Nota: daca cuvantul fulg se refera la puful de pasare a se inlocui cu “plume”