The blue truck    
opening the way    
count the larches    
as long as the torrent carries    
the sound of the wind in its current.        
 
Incessant song of the water    
below    
to the branches deposited on the banks    
of rocks, pebbles    
to infinity.        
 
do not harm anyone    
those fireflies with such a sweet name    
than a light flight    
put on the flower    
des prairies d'altitude.        
 
Elevation to self-growth    
on the evening of the tests    
shadowed by a great black wing    
the petty derelicts    
on the periphery of fear.        
 
love lodges    
in the crevice of the stone    
whose veins 
spirit channel 
are colored by the cry of the groundhog.        
 
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