Category Poésie

Ending is the world starting anew,  

Ending is the love and the chanting.  

Amoureuse d’un losange.  

All is good, I hear no fury. I forgot all colors, I know all colors. I read in black, I dream in peace.  

Boxing out of my thoughts.  

All or nothing, no bargain. There is only one way through the pain.  

Light is the pencil.  

All is done, Nothing’s done, We are made of dust That sparkles in the rust.  

Breathe,  

Breathe…