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La mémoire des eaux
Sometimes I visit that place by the lake
and if I close my eyes, ma chérie,
I can still see our reflection in the water
When I reach my hand in
I see our life together
rippling away to another shore
There on the waves
the memory of water
the water remembers
and if I close my eyes, ma chérie,
I can still see our reflection in the water
When I reach my hand in
I see our life together
rippling away to another shore
There on the waves
the memory of water
the water remembers
Published 8th Aug 2013
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8th Aug 2013 8:20pm
An attention calling title :-). Your leitmotif is fertile "soil" for deep thoughts. Water holds the secrets of all life and stores the memories since the beginning of the time. Thought provoking.
Chi
Chi
8th Aug 2013 8:22pm
A thought provoking poem deserves at least nothing less than a (hopefully) thoughtful comment :-).
8th Aug 2013 11:45pm
8th Aug 2013 11:52pm
Anonymous
9th Aug 2013 00:06am
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Thanks, Gab. Every now and then, a little French in the poems gives them joie de vive.
"La joie de vivre n’est pas un but, mais un devoir."
"La joie de vivre n’est pas un but, mais un devoir."
21st Jan 2017 9:01pm
