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grandma poem

doux comme lit dans la terre
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
je vois tous les esprits humains
deux rangées des choux
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
il est venu me prendre par la main
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
stand ici par mon côté
vous entendez la pluie?
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré

 



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