bel canto !

Alors que la nuit
coud sa toison

de flocons

tièdes
un rond

de lune errant

teint l’herbe pétrolée
du pré

aux vaches
à la quête

d’une rose où poser

sa tâche.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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maxime-pearo

Photo : MAXIME

 

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