Poèmes

Weight of Days
by Michelle Potter

The comforting gentle voice whispered close to me
'Why are you so sad, my child,
look up and see
the clouds of heaven have parted
the purest of stallions approaches.'

I was clothed in filthy rags as I bathed in the son's rays.
There was a flash of scarlet,
I looked down,
as fresh as whitest snow was now my gown;
Time everlasting was begun, gone the weight of days.

Dates



15/01

Château-Gontier
s[i]nglish

13/03

Azé
s[i]nglish

26/03

Loiron-Ruillé
s[i]nglish

14/05

Laval
s[i]nglish

18/06

Coudray
Liv'in'Proof

21/06

Château-Gontier
Liv'in'Proof

24/06

Cossé-le-Vivien
Atelier EEA

26/11

Chemazé
s[i]nglish

Contact

michelle.chris@livinproof.fr

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