Deux, opposés.
Séparés, par verre.
Une main sur le carreau n’atteint pas.
Je te trace, je te peins, ton image,
Tes réflexions.
Bien qu’on ne puisse pas se toucher,
On peut toucher la lumière -
La lumière reflétée par ce verre qui nous sépare.
©2008 ~Papillon-Raissa
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Just an idea that's been floating around for a while... and once Jess was brave enough to put something in French up, I just reckoned "what the hell!" and pretended to be doing my french revision for my oral (which just happens to be tomorrow).
Please correct my french. And comment, ofc.
Please correct my french. And comment, ofc.
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