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sad love poem

j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
certains des maux que vous avez traités
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte

 



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