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halloween poem

fleurs des bébés
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
voyez que je me donne vous
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
dans ma main je me tiens
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?
souffleur de verre de temps
il y a mille années silencieuses

 



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