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mother daughter poem

elle a dit
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
qui aime la pluie
il y a mille années silencieuses
ne soyez pas faux
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible

 



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