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haiku poetry

quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
dans ma main je me tiens
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
j'ai moulé le monde
la noblesse de la mort encore
il était un jeune oysterman grand
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
je ne prie pas pour la paix
je tiens votre coeur
au-dessus des dessus de toit emballez les ombres des nuages

 



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