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Nov 2015
To my mother,



I walked through the garden at night
It probably rained during the day
Under my steps I felt a certain pressure
Then I saw you, walking through at night

***** and swift, running
Nothing could stop you, carrying
The long discreet drape wrapped around your stature
Hiding the spasm you were going through tonight

Albeit the key to your soul I did not fashion
I could almost, just like you, o woman,
On your lips, feel your desire for passion

You won’t neither admit it nor mutter it
Otherwise this secret will fade away
Then fly, fly to your reason, run away!

Translated on August 10, 2015
Appoline Romanens
Written by
Appoline Romanens  24/F/Nancy, France
(24/F/Nancy, France)   
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