so tiny but so important like poetry
we will leave poetry like a place of embrasure
round towards the blue-penumbra oneself of the hidden reflections
This entry was posted on 5 December 2007 at 1:59 pm and is filed under my poetry.
Tags: French poetry, poem, poet, poetry
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