Gleams of the Shots – Grace in Exile, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

Go away, go away, my rainbow
Go away, charming colors
This exile is essential to you
Infanta with changing scarves

And the rainbow is exiled
Since they exile whoever gives it iridescence
But a flag has flown away
To take your place in the biting wind

Guillaume Apollinaire

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