Treasure Island

djemoi talbi


petit...petite


Je te garde en mémoire pour que je n’oublie pas
Tes premières souris et tes premiers pas
Ici t’as joué au vélo, mais ta meilleure cachette était là

Tu étais douce comme un poussin avec les dents d’un petit rat
Ton visage me donne de la force et ton regard me forge la foi
Tu es l’éclaire de ma nuit; mon visage s’éclaire à chaque touche de tes petits doits

Tu es l’inspiration de tous mes poèmes; la force cachée derrière la pureté de ma voix
Tes larmes me brisent le cœur et ton ris me comble de joie
Même si je perds la mémoire; sache que, mon cœur ne t'oubliera pas

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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