A petits pas

Publié le 8 Avril 2013

                                                                                                                            A petits pas

                                                                                                                          Pas petits 

                                                                                                                      Petits mots

                                                                                                                Mots-chocs

                                                                                                   Chocolat chaud

                                                                                             Chaud de fonds

                                                                                       Fontaine à eau

                                                                             Eau de rose

                                                                  Rose de Ronsard

                                                        Sarde au cœur

                                                Cœur de miel

                                        Miel en pâte

                                 Patte en scie

                          Cisaille la toile

                Toile de lin

        L’inconnu vient

Vient dans ma main

                                                           Main de velours

                                                       Lourd troubadour

                                                   Ourle tes cils

                                                Si la si do

                                        D’eau et de sucre

                                     Sucre ravi

                                 Vie ma jolie

                          Lie-moi d’amour

                      Amour toujours

                 Jour où mes rêves

             Rêveront doux

      D’oublier tourments

  Mensonges et tours

                        Tourne, roue tourne

                                             Tournicotons

                                                           Ton cœur s’écoule

                                                                                Coule au tréfonds

                                                                                                   Fond  et voilà

                                                                                                                      La vie s’éteint

                                                                                                                                   Tintant la fin.

 

                                                                                                                Carole Radureau (07/04/213)

 

 

Ce texte est libre de droit et diffusé sous licence creative commons

 

 

Rédigé par caroleone

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