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When We Mourn the Wild

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My room is bathed in blue dawn

Grey light in the Spring Air

Sea breeze at my window

 

And my body is a hollow existence

A swallowed heart

With tender flora in lungs

 

I Know that my high hopes are

Kept small

 

Let the sun warm a drowned soul

And calm my senses

Parfois

je suis chagrin

 

I’ll be ok I’ll be ok

 

“Ça va”