Great train
The commensals of genuflection
In the shade of rustling beeches.      
 
Capture the innocence
Talons warped by the heatwave
The mocking eagles.      
 
To no longer know how to count to three
He undertook a weary war
The walk towards the cliff.      
 
In his room
He no longer had anyone to talk to
Since the hemorrhage of silence.      
 
The overplayed look
The end of the weekend
Storm warning for the next day.      
 
Oh yes
Would you do it again
My Sweet One to hold my hand.
 
Silver net
Poplars in the vibrant wind
Fear the night.
 
On mother-grandmother's thimble
Go to crew menu
The mind pages of the Vulgate.
 
what have you done
Mr Father
From this brood to the wind coming.
 
Over hugging the device
The poetic word
Avoid the secret of the Enlightenment.
 
Such wings of desire
Might as well get on your knees
Before any prediction.
 
Everything that is rare is expensive
Said Aladdin's lamp
In its utopian dimension of liberalism.
 
Released from the chains of oblivion
He promulgated the thing
By participatory use of speech.
 
Torn up, scattered, scar
He presented his candle
In total abandonment of his destitution.
 
A few dead leaves
Scattered
Out of sight.
 
Heaven. 
 
 
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