Finding them...like Jean de la Fontaine...

Found them
In a dream
Like a Fontaine...
Fabular...
She
The soul of a breath of life
Sitting on a rock...
Upon a white transparent cloth spread like light...
And He
Coming down, flapping
His wings...
His hands on her face
As if...
He was saying something
To Her...
The breath
Of a Soul...
The soul...
As if He spoke the unspoken verse...
Found rare...
Scarce...
Sparse...

And
The blue sky
With cloudy cottony prints,
Had a bunch of flowers...
Flowers flowing...
Flowers white spraying
The whole of the sky...

Found them
La Fontaine
Like an ethereal unreally real dream...

One calm cool sea breezy morn
Unbarred...
Unhindered
Like an universal dream...

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