Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Tanka

 
Gangue de nuages gris sur fond d'aurore
Comme une chaîne de montagnes lointaines
Se découpe sur le premier horizon du printemps
Comme un Oural improbable mais tangible
Une invitation à marcher plus loin que d'habitude.
 
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