
La voix de l’âme
Quand le cœur est si vide qu’il peut à peine battre
Et le corps si malade qu’il en devient un poids
Quand tout paraît si noir que la mort semble douce
Quand l’unique horizon a pour nom dépression
Mar 22, 2023 | Poèmes
Quand le cœur est si vide qu’il peut à peine battre
Et le corps si malade qu’il en devient un poids
Quand tout paraît si noir que la mort semble douce
Quand l’unique horizon a pour nom dépression
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