Confuse pens\u00e9e, tu reviens de loin !
\nVisage blafard, tremblante de peur,
\nIncertitude, va-t-en ! Je t\u2019en prie !<\/p>\n
Il n\u2019est pas mien le temps de rien,
\nni cette \u00e9bauche peinte sans espoir.<\/p>\n
Regarde la trahison devant toi,
\nelle n\u2019est gu\u00e8re l\u2019\u00e9veil qui te convient.<\/p>\n
Je suis all\u00e9 trop vite disait-il,
\nj\u2019ignorais l\u2019ardente futilit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
L\u2019autre hurle, moi j’\u00e9choue, lui s\u2019en va.
\nEst-ce donc \u00e7a nos \u00e2mes en peine ?
\nSouffrance, tu nous isoles soudain.<\/p>\n
Je te salue, tu es pass\u00e9, sans moi.<\/p>\n
J\u2019erre sur le pont Marie, doucement,
\nLe vent p\u00e9n\u00e8tre mon corps lourd et froid.
\nFig\u00e9e, je surprends l\u2019ami sourire,
\ncelui qui aide, celui qui aime.<\/p>\n
Bonsoir jeune fou, que fais-tu donc l\u00e0 ?<\/p>\n
Tu as suppos\u00e9 ma l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9,
\nune esquisse sur mes l\u00e8vres, oh oui !
\nIci, j\u2019ai senti l\u2019oubli de l\u2019ennui.<\/p>\n
Beaut\u00e9 originelle sans pudeur,
\njoli bonheur, ma bouche s\u2019agrandit.<\/p>\n
Mais pour demain ? Le pont, le vent, l\u2019ami,
\namenez-moi sur la rive l\u00e0-bas.<\/p>\n
La lumi\u00e8re a l\u2019apparence du feu
\nattirante de joie \u00e0 vos c\u00f4t\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Ridons notre vie d\u2019une joue \u00e0 l\u2019autre !
\nL\u2019avenir n’a de regret que pouR eux
\ndonc excusez-moi, je suis invit\u00e9e !<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Emilie Z\u00e9beRt<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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