Pour votre âme lointaine - For your remote soul*

Bien que votre intellect 

crie fort, présomptueusement,

mais le coeur tranquille, correct,

sait la vérité seulement.*

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Like ink on snow-white paper, 

my lines are left behind,

they fade, sooner or later,

missing your sparkling light,

like slowly glowing ember

is dreaming of the flame,

as bugs, aged in amber,

preserve their long lost frame,

my spirit guards forever

the hopelessly valued

dream, the ghost of a never 

existed, but lost certitude,

emotions' hazy shiver

projects your dim images,

unveils memories' silver

mist between life-stages,

somewhere, inside a reversed, 

faraway, parallel,

well-copied Universe

our duplications dwell

inseparably out there,

their magnetic waves' noise 

echoes across my prayer, 

unlocks space time corridors,

conveying reminder signs

of a long ago passed 

time, when our destined life-lines

merged for good in far past.

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