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haiku poetry

souvent je pense Ă  la belle ville
substance de la lune
je remplis cette tasse
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
deux rangées des choux
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
doux et fort
remplacez la vision du plaisir
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
je ne prie pas pour la paix

 



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