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I am in front of this feminine
Like a child in front of the
Smiling vaguely with tears in my
In front of this land where all moves in
Where mirrors mist where mirrors
Reflecting two nude bodies season on seasonI’ve so many reasons to lose
On this road-less earth under horizon-less
Good reasons I ignored
And I’ll never ever
Good keys of gazes keys their own daughtersin front of this land where nature is
In front of the fire the first
Good mistress
Identified
On earth under sky in and out of my
Second bud first green
That the sea covers with
And the sun finally coming to usI am in front of this feminine
Like a branch in the fire.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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