Born in cascading curls composed by chestnut hair,
The story of a change gives rhythm to days bound
By luck, by pain, to chains. As of today I found
For once, in my damned life, a story that sounds fair.
Behind the look of glass, clever sapphires await,
Behind inane profiles is hidden a treasure,
And too many talents for humans to measure.
I lost the wizard fight, full of poisonous bait.
You can try on a glove for your touch to be mild;
I'll let my hopes run free, and our desires go wild,
For there's no dam that holds our overflowing falls.
I'll swim in your dark lake, get stained in holy muds;
Empowered by your light, there will crawl fifty cubs.
It's chance that heard us split, it's destiny that calls.
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Musify
Poetry[Français & English] I decided to show here my future works of poetry and maybe my past ones. Almost all of them have been inspired by different Muses over my lifetime. Because life is less harsh when you Musify it. ------ J'ai décidé de montrer ici...
