vision

Par la force d'une cuisson mutuelle
les ingrédients deviennent amers et vieux,
La chaleur coagule les liquides ;
Qui sont comme des poussières sur une fenêtre éclairée,
Devenu "cendre morte", je serai uni au silence suprême.

Sep 7
Elisabeth Sonrel -  Spring, 1900

Elisabeth Sonrel -  Spring, 1900


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