Le Premier Jour De La Dernière Chance. Poem by Maika Marie
Le Premier Jour De La Dernière Chance.
Mes yeux se décollent en silence,
Je chauffe ce corps avec une danse.
Dans la brume des visages sans forme,
Sous ma plume un voyage hors norme.
La music comme seul arme,
Le soupire d'une note sans larmes.
Pari gagné ou vie gâchée,
Vouloir n'est pas assez.
C'est aujourd'hui que tout commence
Le premier jour de la dernière chance.
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