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poem for dad

comme des aigles sur la haute haute
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
dans sa tente gardée
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
tristement parlant
qui appellera le vent

 



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