A mark on my cheek
This mark circled with gold
Half-moon-shaped
This brand accompanying all the others
Universe of scratches, blows and breaks
And you see this one
In the hollow of my neck
Straight and slender
Red as treason
And like lost love
And that little snag on my shoulder
Small black dot and silver
Linen and silk bound
To my right eye
So I can see the other side of the scenery
Do you appreciate my body
Covered with these little brands
Of pain, joy, love and sadness
So many signatures on a parchment
Dragged in the mud and carried away by the breeze
VOUS LISEZ
_°-Univers-°_
ПоэзияUn livre, des étoiles, des Astres brillants au Firmament, des poèmes, petits ou grands, mais surtout une Infinité de pliages de papier, portés par le vent, l'écume et l'orage. Il vous suffit juste de tourner la page ...
