Fulgurance
Fulgurance
Fulgurance
Le Soleil se levait au clocher de l’église,
Comme dans un tableau aux couleurs de Monet,
Et j’ai goûté sa peau, à saveur de cerise,
Encore enveloppée d’une humi
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