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fall poem

la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
dans le port de New York
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
hauts murs et énorme
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
sous la lune de moisson
il est allé
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines

 



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