La Maison Sous Les Etoiles Poem by O. C. Woods
La Maison Sous Les Etoiles
Assoupis sous le velux je contemple mes amis
Mon esprit emplit de nostalgie et la pénombre vitrée luit
Deux étoiles sur le verre de nos années passées
Que va t-il en rester ma tendre céleste arborée?
La vie est votre, dans ses mains je respire
La roue tourne et j'ai peur de partir
La maison sous les étoiles semble frémir
Notre fille lira le ciel comme les livres que tu aimes tant lire...
O.O.W
11-? ? -2011
01-03-2012
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4/19/2024 11:57:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I put this into a translator and it reads: Asleep under the velux I contemplate my friends My mind filled with nostalgia and glass low shines Two stars on the glass of our past years Going to t - it remain my heavenly tender tree? Life is your, I breathe in his hands The wheel turns and I fear to go The House under the stars seems to simmer Our daughter will read the sky as the books that you love so much read...