Vermillon ...
Son visage mutin se dévoile d’un mesquin satin.
Son épaule dorée calibre la morne luminosité.
Éclipsée de sa nuque par un mollet enjoué
D’où s’émane une enivrante essence du matin,
Des enchantements en son âme s’implantent.
Elle n’
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