Chemin

Posted on February 13, 2019 by

J’étais dans la chapelle au supplice intérieur,
Entièrement livré au soutien des lueurs ;
“Abandonné” on dit — et sans joie,
aux délices du fer.
Dans mon landau, le premier jour,
J’avais le grain de peau et la liberté d’un vieillard.

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