24 janvier 2007
Marie strikes again with her Polésies
Un croissant de lune is smiling
Topping the white fur of the trees
Naked branches dans leurs dentelles
Are dancing in its gloomy light
Birds are quiet. They always are at night.
Only the shinny eyed can hear
Here and by
The frowning of feathers
The jump of bugs under the wings.
It’s because their echo is deaf
I mean, those who can’t here hear. Or just merely see.
Anyway, what’s the point for shinny eyes? in the daylight, everyone is blind.
Copyright : Marie Rennard
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