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A Pretty POEM FOR YOU !
MadWin'S FRIENDS ! ! ! ! !!
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I came into the house like a
thief
!!!!!!!!I already shared the heavy rest of the flowers
!!
I took off my fallen clothes for a moment!I told my heart to be
silent
!!!!!!I no longer lost my age
Naked in this dark world without a picture
of myself !even lightened of my days
Remembering only of you my love
at the bottom of the night
My secret shuddered that blindly I
touched
Memory of my hands memory of my mouth
Long perfume found again of this life together
And as in the first times that to breathe
I tremble
You here is my hyacinth between my captive
arms Which moves gently in bed when
I arrive
As if you made my place
in your dream In this landscape where God knows what happens
at the bottom of the night
Where it is by passing-right that at your side I
awake
And I am afraid to fall from you into
sleep
As proof of being misty the mirror
So fragile happiness that one can hardly
believe
in it I am afraid of your silence and yet you
breathe
Against me I hold you imaginary empire
I am near you the watchman who is
troubled
With each step he takes from the echo that
doubles
it to
I am with you the watchman on the
walls
Who suffers from a leaf and dies of a
murmur
at the bottom of the night
I live for this complaint at the hour when you
rest
I live for this fear in me of everything
at the bottom of the night
Go say O my gazel to those of the future
day That here the name of Elsa alone is my signature
at the bottom of the night
Par: Louis Aragon
JESPERE WHO PLEASES YOU THE NEXT
POEM WITH THE ASTRO SGINE
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