A Victor de Lomé
Tristesse...tristesse
Encore la tristesse
Je l'entends
La mort nous a séparé
A notre amitié personne ne peut comparer
La douleur a une place
Permanente dans nos coeurs
Je t'oublierai jamais
Victor
Wankster
Rappeur
A tous tes sobriquets
Je ne fais que songer à toi.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| FUNERAL FANATICS | 0 | 09/06/2012 |
| FUNERAL FANATICS | 0 | 09/06/2012 |
| FROM AMBROSE TO PROSE | 0 | 09/06/2012 |
| THE THREENITY | 0 | 09/06/2012 |
| A Victor de Lomé | 0 | 08/17/2012 |
| Ambrosian Simplicity | 0 | 08/17/2012 |
| POETASTER TO POET | 1 | 08/29/2010 |
| FROM RHYME TO MEANING | 0 | 08/29/2010 |
| 4B | 0 | 08/29/2010 |
| LAVIE HAIKU | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
| OUR TYME | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| THE PERFECT NOSTALGIA | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| AN OLD HAVEN | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| AMBY'S HAIKU | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
| DEATH OF STONE | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| ADIEU | 2 | 05/23/2009 |
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