Miroir de l’âme… Mon cœur est une auberge, Et mes yeux en sont les portes. Tous les vagabonds y trouvent refuge, Et les larmes, enfin, sont mortes. Apaisement et réconfort, On trouve chez moi de si jolis trésors…
J’ai écrit ce poème inspiré à l’aube de mes 15 ans, c’était il y a quelques temps 😉
Il est une invitation
Une invitation à venir s’accueillir,
Au plus profond de soi,
Là où l’on nous attend,
Là où toute peine, tout tourment…
peut enfin trouver un baume guérisseur.
MOTS-CLES
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