Going back
In my dreams
To a distant home
That I knew
Pure and lonely
In the heart
Of a military bound
Playing games
With the wind
In the forest
Of my memories
On the threshold
Of your Name
My Dear Love
I lean
And grow old
In the winter
Of your voice…
Lou Petìt Ausèth 18/12/18 11h35
Before England comes
and take over
everything
He was too beautiful
not to be a God
and his will
was truth and justice
He was to be
respected
what He wanted
was to be wanted
and if you could not love Him
just as He had to be loved
then it was better
to let Him go
it was too huge for poor heart
to be His own
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Lou Petìt Ausèth (Paraules Perdudos…)