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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun plunged In the space of silence, The summer has been extended In a slow wandering ... The orb has been drunk, Gradually, by fringes. > We did not hear anything, From the fall of the angel ... The horizon has folded its wings around Confusing the distants ... Evening invades what remains of the day In a jiffy. Water reflections exchanges The colors overrated, With the sky full of oranges, The trees are just silhouettes ... The night the already marks yesterday This is a timely opportunity, Where piercing welcoming clouds unfolds, shamelessly ,the moon ... It will take an earth tour, And plenty of patience, For the solar triumph reappears In its rebirth , As clarity rises And progresses slowly Until the most intense moment, at its solstice, To the top of the firmament. And the celestial body draws, now All things , in gold drops , ..... - And this is another day. It drinks in his turn and evaporates it.... - Le soleil a plongé Dans l'espace du silence, L'été s'est prolongé Dans une lente errance... L'astre a été bu, Petit à petit, par franges. > Nous n'avons rien entendu, De la chute de l'ange... L'horizon a replié ses ailes, autour Confondant les lointains... Le soir envahit ce qu'il reste de jour, En un tournemain. Les reflets des eaux échangent Des couleurs surfaites , Avec le ciel tout en oranges, Les arbres ne sont que silhouettes... La nuit, marque déjà l'hier, C'est l'occasion opportune, Où, perçant des nuées hospitalières, se dévoile, sans pudeur, la lune... Il faudra un tour de terre, Et beaucoup de patience, Pour que réapparaisse le triomphe solaire, Dans sa renaissance , Que la clarté se hisse Et progresse lentement, Jusqu'au plus intense, à son solstice, Au sommet du firmament. Et l'astre dessine maintenant , Toutes choses en gouttes d'or, ..... - Et c'est un autre jour. Il le boit à son tour, puis l' évapore.... - RC
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