Bout de brume
André Luminaire
Il écrit des mots sans aucune envie, Aucune suite, aucune vie, Juste lui et son esprit. Et mon âme en lourd lambeaux. Partout, ce flou qui le clou dans son fait ; Il est fou, il le sent, il le désire et le sait. Le froid le gagne, il se hante tout seul. Les étoiles lui paraissent inconnus, et il est seul, ce soir seul, cette nuit seul, il sera seul, peu importe les rimes, peu importe ses mots, déjà jamais il ne sera à la hauteur, et puis jamais il ne se sentira pas seul. C'est la seul fin possible, autant à lui qu'à son poème.
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Lowen Le Tournesol
J'ai pas envie de juste voter, mais je sais pas quoi dire..
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2020-10-22 10:12:52
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KAYSEE
Je trouve ça magnifique Tu as une très belle plume ~
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2020-10-22 17:27:24
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André Luminaire
@KAYSEE O-oh, merci !
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2020-10-22 18:01:33
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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