Vous souvenez-vous, quand vous étiez jeune?
Les battements de coeur dans un infini.
Une seconde sur les lèvres de Dieu.
Pouvez-vous sentir la forêt?
Es-tu fuyant?
Disparu dans les arbres.
Quelle partie d’entre vous ne dort jamais?
Pour toujours rêver dans un monde où règnent les cauchemars.
Portez votre couronne.
Asseyez-vous, et lavez-vous dans les larmes cosmiques.
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Do you remember, when you were young?
The heartbeats in an infinity.
One second on the lips of God.
Can you smell the forest?
Are you fleeing?
Disappeared in the trees.
What part of you never sleeps?
To always dream in a world where nightmares reign.
Wear your crown.
Sit down and wash yourself in cosmic tears.
Havoc and Consequence 
Things we often, forget about, our own, childhood years, are usually, the most, precious, and we don’t even realize, that we’d, lost them.
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Time likes to blur and then hide what treasures we have. Only for us to regret when we realise it’s too late.
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Great poem and I love how it sounds in French such a beautiful rhymical language
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Thank you, glad you like the double offering and how it ‘sings’ slightly differently. Thank you for reading.
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