{"id":392,"date":"2008-10-02T14:17:54","date_gmt":"2008-10-02T12:17:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poesianne.net\/?p=392"},"modified":"2008-10-20T19:02:40","modified_gmt":"2008-10-20T17:02:40","slug":"requiem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poesianne.net\/?p=392","title":{"rendered":"Requiem"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0<\/span>REQUIEM<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/p>\n

La pluie tombe sur les tombes d\u00e9sol\u00e9es<\/span><\/p>\n

Et les croix rassurent ceux qui croient encore.<\/span><\/p>\n

Le vert de la prairie se nourrit de vers r\u00e9veill\u00e9s<\/span><\/p>\n

Par le chant militaire qui plane au-dessus du champ,<\/span><\/p>\n

A la bonne heure celle o\u00f9 pleure le bonheur perdu.<\/span><\/p>\n

C\u2019est une sc\u00e8ne glaciale, elle se doit d\u2019\u00eatre saine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sont-ils l\u00e0 haut ces hommes ? Ici se rongent leurs os.<\/span><\/p>\n

Autant d\u2019histoires que compose l\u2019histoire.<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00e9pultures sans noms \u00e0 jamais non identifi\u00e9es.<\/span><\/p>\n

Le bleu du ciel n\u2019a gu\u00e9ri le bleu des \u00e2mes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Les mots sont parfois futiles face \u00e0 ces maux.<\/span><\/p>\n

Le sombre d\u00e9cor sous mes yeux sombre.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Et puis\u2026 et puis\u2026 encore la mort ennuie<\/span><\/p>\n

On l\u2019a remerci\u00e9e d\u2019un tombeau fleurdelis\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

On oublie jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019an prochain.<\/span><\/p>\n

Celui qui est parti pour rien.<\/span><\/p>\n

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