29 février 2016
Miroir sans tain vieilli La rouille a mangé mon
Miroir sans tain vieilli
La rouille a mangé mon visage
Que voit mon oeil encore visible?
Le froid bleu du printemps s'effarouche...
Maria Ardouin
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