kindergarten
Kindergarten
Rhymes songs poems...
It is freezing
The frost surprised this morning
The first flower in my garden.
I told him: This is not good!
So to be forgiven,
With white sequins, she embroidered
All the herbs from my orchard.
The exquisite hour
the white moon
the white moon
Shines in the woods;
From every branch
Leave a voice
Under the stalk...
O beloved.
The pond reflects,
deep mirror
Silhouette
black willow,
where the wind cries...
Let's dream: it's time.
A broad and tender
appeasement
seems to go down
From the firmament
Let the star iridescent...
It is the exquisite hour.
Paul Verlaine
It is freezing
The frost surprised this morning
The first flower in my garden.
I told him: This is not good!
So to be forgiven,
With white sequins, she embroidered
All the herbs from my orchard.
I write
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (to the magpie)
I was writing
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (to the jay)
I wrote
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (at curlew)
I wrote
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (to plover)
I will write
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (at the wren)
Write!
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (in piggy bank)
What I write
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (at the thrush)
That I write
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (at the ibis)
writing
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (to the bunting)
Writing
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ (au pipit)
Luc Berimont
the spirit of childhood
round of the months
Januarywas born
The happy new year.
Februarysale
Our fire sings.
Marchhere is
Who cries and laughs.
Aprilis here
In chocolate.
Maypretty may
Everything promises us.
What comesJune
Hay fever.
Julyburning
On my barge.
Nice month ofaugust
Fruit everywhere.
Septemberadvance
No more holidays.
Octoberwet
The leaf rusts.
Novembercome
What a filthy weather.
Decemberrings
the night shivers.
It's midnight
The year flies away.
The four elements
The air is refreshing
The fire is devouring
The earth is turning
water – it's all different
The air is always wind
The fire is always moving
The earth is still alive
Water – it's all different
The air is always changing
Fire is always eating
The earth is always germinating
Water – it's all different
C.Roy
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