Il \u00e9tait une rose au c\u0153ur d\u2019un jardin
Qui depuis bien des ans ne se fl\u00e9trissait point
Sur un tapis de ronces, elle s\u2019\u00e9tait hiss\u00e9e
Au fil des saisons, sa tige avait grimp\u00e9<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pourtant autour d\u2019elle ne s\u2019\u00e9levaient que ruine
Lierres, plantes ass\u00e9ch\u00e9es, buissons couverts d\u2019\u00e9pines
Tout n\u2019\u00e9tait que chaos, noirceur, haine, souffrance
On eut dit une terre faite de mal\u00e9volence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Malgr\u00e9 tout, pousse apr\u00e8s pousse, elle s\u2019\u00e9tait dress\u00e9e
Luttant jour apr\u00e8s jours pour ne pas s\u2019\u00e9tioler
Dans cette obscurit\u00e9, ce d\u00e9sert d\u2019oubli
Cette grande beaut\u00e9 s\u2019\u00e9tait \u00e9panouie<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Souvent, dans son sommeil, son \u00e2me rayonnait
La caresse du soleil, doucement, l\u2019apaisait
Baignant dans la lumi\u00e8re et nimb\u00e9e de ros\u00e9e
Elle offrait \u00e0 ce monde sa tendresse, sa gaiet\u00e9<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9 du vent la laissait oscillante
Soufflant sur ses p\u00e9tales de mani\u00e8re charmante
Et dans ce lieu sinistre, de tous abandonn\u00e9
Elle \u00e9tait la lumi\u00e8re pour tous les condamn\u00e9s.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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