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Feb 15
"Birch bones litter the highway
In irreverent heaps:

          Castaway carcasses,
          Reindeer sacrifices.

Surveying the carnage on this smoking wasteland,
One durst not look back!

All the years that trod behind
In lockstep, prisoners...

I never wrote of Love, though the opportunities were many
Among the rose-perfumed lantern light
June after golden June.

Alas, the hours plod behind
Over the crinkling pages of poets
And childhood fairy tales,
Concealed behind my eyes
(Dark, the better to hide them),

Memorized in the lingering scent of violets and roses
Rolling in pastel clouds from lung to lung,

Inscribed in the grooves of the lute string
I now wear 'round my neck;
And from time to time,
I imagine it still echoes with some long-ago serenade..."
Musique d'écrire:

Ensemble Céladon - "Puestos estan frente a frente": https://youtu.be/PdT1SDcc6UM
Arianna
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Arianna  22/F/Ville aux Cent Clochers
(22/F/Ville aux Cent Clochers)   
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