Avant que l'aube nous sépare
Morne, terne, sans égards
Oubliés du monde autour;
Usurpons la nuit ensemble,
Regardons la terre qui tremble.
Mais, une fois matin venu,
Où vont les sourires ingénus?
Ruines de nos confidences,
Tant de temps passé en transe.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
