Rivages 22 Monday Apr 2013 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 7 Comments TagsRêve, Steppe, Tanka, Vent Le vent de la steppe Me porte sur les rivages De la mer tranquille, Où les rêves deviennent Réalité, prennent vie. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
I like the peaceful sea and the shore next to it. It breathes serenity and eternity.
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ciel bleu-royal
nuages estompés
la Princesse s’envole
vers son Étoile…
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Et quoi d’autre est vrai,
En ce monde, que nos rêves,
Ceux que l’on partage…
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Rien en fait
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l’eau c’est Vie!! 🙂
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