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friendship poem

nos moments plaisants volent
remplacez la vision du plaisir
je suis le vent qui hésite
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
je suis vieux et aveugle
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
dans la terre silencieuse
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
vous êtes mon compagnon
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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