YOU ARE READING Doors Poetry About the year my father died was when I wanted to be a father. #father #literature #loss #mind #poetry Près d' Étaples 110 25 26 by MajorSeventh by MajorSeventh Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Il pleut. Je pleurepour toutes les guerres, les perdus,dans un champ rangé de pierres blanches. La route murmure le passéà ce royaume uni,de l'égalité, des morts.
