Poète
sur les champs de liberté
Liberté de lignes,
Chaque jour, sur les champs de proses,
Jubilation de sens poétiques,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Amour volage,
Amour des amants poètes,
Le poète n’a pas changé,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Il rêve,
Passer les frontières de l’âme,
Il ne se connait pas encore,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Le monde ne lui appartient pas,
Détours entre les lignes d’une enfance,
Nostalgie du temps passé sur les lignes,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Il chante la fleur,
Quand éclore la prose,
En silence il écrit ses désirs à la nuit,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Il est triste quand le monde pleure,
La plume tendue pour effacer les larmes,
Une voix en silence je suis là pour toi,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Il connait déjà l’histoire,
Trompé déjà mille fois,
En silence il écrit ses prières devenue tardives,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
Il chante dans les champs sans voix,
Le champ de l’amour,
Le cœur pressé par le temps,
Poète sur les champs de liberté.
NICOLLE Edmond le 5.10.2013
Créateur de poésies depuis 1973
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Poet on the fields of freedom
Freedom of lines
Every day , on the field of prose ,
Jubilation poetic sense
Poet on the fields of freedom.
Fickle love,
Love lovers poets
The poet has not changed ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He dreams
Cross the borders of the soul,
It is not yet known ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
The world does not belong to him ,
Detours between the lines of a childhood
Nostalgia time spent on lines
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He sings the flower,
When hatch prose
In silence he wrote his desires at night,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
It is sad when the world cries,
Stretched to clear the tears pen
A voice in silence I 'm here for you ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He already knows the story ,
Been wrong a thousand times ,
In silence he wrote his prayers became late ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He sings in the fields without voice
The field of love
The heart pressed for time ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
NICOLLE Edmond 05/10/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
Google+ (NICOLLE Edmond)
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
Freedom of lines
Every day , on the field of prose ,
Jubilation poetic sense
Poet on the fields of freedom.
Fickle love,
Love lovers poets
The poet has not changed ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He dreams
Cross the borders of the soul,
It is not yet known ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
The world does not belong to him ,
Detours between the lines of a childhood
Nostalgia time spent on lines
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He sings the flower,
When hatch prose
In silence he wrote his desires at night,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
It is sad when the world cries,
Stretched to clear the tears pen
A voice in silence I 'm here for you ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He already knows the story ,
Been wrong a thousand times ,
In silence he wrote his prayers became late ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
He sings in the fields without voice
The field of love
The heart pressed for time ,
Poet on the fields of freedom.
NICOLLE Edmond 05/10/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
Google+ (NICOLLE Edmond)
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
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