3.2.1997

Oh,
My fairy,
This world may vary.
Of these thousands colours,
You’ll see a hundred
Each time you open your round eyes.
Of each shade, I’ve always been the darkest.
I’ll be lighter every time you awake,
I’ll be darker every time you rest your thoughts upon me.
Oh,
My fairy,
This world may vary once and again,
But if you keep on flying.
I’ll be the lightest,
I,
I’ll be the brightest.