The Effort
You
close your eyes
In
the aurora
The
wind tires
A
familiar hand
You
recognize
Its
touch
All
that counts
In
our eyes
Parades
and threatens
To
fly off
Like
a desert
Which
advances
In
each of your gestures
There
are words
Which
ransack
Time
and her furies
You
close your eyes
And
the wind picks up
( click on the link below for the original in French)
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