Mes coquillages...
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"Les battements de mon cœur s'accélèrent quand je suis avec toi,
Tu as découvert le chemin de mon cœur,
Et nous dessinons notre voie,
A chaque rire et pleur"
Je t'aime <3
Explications : Coucou tout le monde ! Je ne sais pas vraiment si c'est de la poésie car si on me compare à des poètes connus ce n'est pas pareil... Peut-être que vous verrez ça plus comme des textes poétiques.
Je débute et j'adore vraiment.
J'espère que ça va vous plaire et n'hésitez pas à m'écrire des commentaires et si vous n'aimez pas à faire des critiques constructives pour que je m'améliore.
Voilà, merci !
Si vous en voulez d'autres ou êtres alertés quand je j'écris la suite, abonnez-vous.
Merci ! <3
P.S. : Je l'ai appelé "Mes coquillages", car ça me fait penser qu'à l'intérieur de chaque personne, il y a autre chose, quelque chose de profond, que seul son vrai amour, son âme sœur, peut atteindre et découvrir... <3
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