edge of words   
 at the underground gates   
 weary scents   
 que le vent porte   
 sage renaissance   
 childhood sounds   
 darling presence   
 cherries in spring   
 that the dent croque   
 mittens in pockets   
 of our future   
 under the shade of the plane trees    
 on the cathedral square   
 the bite of the cold   
 atteignant le tréfonds de l'âme   
 gracefully   
 among the grasses   
 a breath on your hand   
 in descent of the sun   
 as in passing. 

  
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