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i miss you poem

mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
élever, comme vent a soufflé
les petites prières blanches
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
à l'aube, il a dit
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds

 



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