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poem for dad

nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je ne prie pas pour la paix
dans ma main je me tiens
doux et fort
élever, comme vent a soufflé
il est venu me prendre par la main
et comment avez osé vous rêve de la réunion
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
un mot de vol d'ici et là
du soleil ni des étoiles

 



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