Haiku # 679

A day for listening…
in the pine trees
the blowing wind

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Brume matinal
ma vie semble comme un rêve
qui n’a jamais été

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Tous les mondes possibles
fondus
dans notre baiser

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All the possible worlds
melted
in our kiss

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Beyond the grave
all I’ll take with me
is a ribbon of her scent

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Rien pour t’offrir
sauf mon cœur
au bout de la nuit

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I looked into the darkness
and I saw your face…
moon in the sky

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