Opened Book
The book you offered to me
waits by my side,
in its silky blanket
while is risking
a timid autumn sun.
If I open it, I guess
leaves contain
much more than a ray,
because when I dive into it
these are your words that I think I read.
So it develops
all along the pages,
as if your hot breath
accompanied a tiny new plant
towards spring.
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Le livre que tu m'as offert
attend à mes côtés,
dans sa couverture soyeuse
pendant que se risque
un timide soleil d'automne.
Si je l'ouvre, je devine
que ses feuilles contiennent
bien plus qu'un rayon,
car, quand je m'y plonge
ce sont tes paroles que je crois y lire.
Ainsi se développe-t-elle
a fil des pages ,
comme si ton souffle chaud
accompagnait une nouvelle pousse
vers le printemps.
RC
Copyright © Rene Chabriere | Year Posted 2020
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