miss you

The sun attacked my windows.
Has own fancy to see what I do, —
if in some way I still miss you, or
my feelings got lost a while ago.

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It's a joy's room all over my head
with the scent of life's bouquet.
I access it, at intervals, a little bit,
as if I'd have with it a chouette.

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Its music borders me modestly.
Its lips are overlapping with mine.
The red kiss, not old, not young,
has a rich taste of a playful wine.

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If the sun has noticed any answer,
or its scintillas sent you a frisson,
if my fiction operated on you madly,
stop checking yourself... just enjoy.


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