Mon \u00e2me est pareille \u00e0 une rose blanche
Se teintant de sang, de t\u00e9n\u00e8bres ou de lumi\u00e8re
Changeante mais immuable, au rythme des chim\u00e8res
Que mon c\u0153ur g\u00e9n\u00e8re lorsqu\u2019\u00e0 ses heures il flanche<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cette rose au teint p\u00e2le se nourrit d\u2019\u00e9motions
Exacerbe mes maux, enflamme mes sentiments
En plongeant ses racines dans mon c\u0153ur d\u00e9ment
Elle y puise sa douleur, ses humeurs \u00e0 foison<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sa tige et ses \u00e9pines sont faites d\u2019acier dur
Qui autour de mon c\u0153ur cr\u00e9ent une cage glac\u00e9e
La griffant, l\u2019encerclant dans une spire ac\u00e9r\u00e9e
O\u00f9 parfois la lumi\u00e8re plonge son reflet pur<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cette rose inconstante, \u00e9trange et magnifique
S\u2019\u00e9panouit ou meurt, sans cycle, impr\u00e9visible
Son armure d\u2019acier la rend imputrescible
Esclave de ses r\u00eaves, d\u2019une tristesse empirique.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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