Sarah Jiwwan

Le temps.



Les courtes secondes s’empilent,
Les feuilles, puis la neige tombent,
Les mois, entre mes doigts, filent
À mes nerfs,  je succombe,
 
La vie, je ne puis l’attendre,
J’ai peur,
Laisser ma jeunesse fendre
Et de faire mienne ta douleur.


Merci Marie, pour ton aide.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/20/2010.

 

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