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Pas A Pas
Like a breeze licking the tops of the trees,
Like those silences that strike straight to the heart,
Like the river that believes it has tamed wild water,
Like that December morning that is not Christmas.
Like those clouds running through the blue of the sky,
Like that flower offering its beauty to nature,
Like the falling night stirring orange swirls,
Like a bird’s song fading into the distance.
Like those scents offering a symphony of freedom,
Like the Moon laying a veil of light,
Like the birth of life with no return,
Like the hand extended toward one and all.
An addition of moments that overwhelms me.
Like a prayer carried to the end of the path.
Joël Charvillat
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