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Micro poésie du vendredi…

 

“Serai vent,
serai brouillard,
serai tempête,
serai cafard…”

“C’est vrai”, acquiesça
t-elle naïvement

Et au son de sa
voix de tonnerre
elle alla, gambadant
valser entre ses éclairs

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