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Art, Arts, Heart, Literature, Philosophie, Poésie, Poetry, Sheol, Soul, Warmth
When I got out of
Sheol, my heart, my soul were
So deeply frozen.
Poetry, arts, philosophy
Bring back some warmth to me.
Sheol
27 Wednesday Mar 2013
Posted in Textes d'hiver
Hortus Closus 
When i see you
in this place, you’re not belong to
Frosting your soul and heart to
My will was how to help you.
To free you from this cold
Is breaking that ice
and bring you out of that cold
is breaking that ice
and qet you close to have this cold
Away.
Poetry, arts and philosophy
Won’t help like proximity
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We are like a flame
Tasting every kind of wood
To find the best one.
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