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love poem

si j'étais très sûr
un, comme part d'un arbre
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille
ne tournez pas votre tête
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
de nos endroits cachés
par le pont grossier
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
mais alas, rêves justes
le maître des destins humains suis moi

 



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