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Summer heat Sybille Rembard
On the beach the closed parasol points to the firmament My tongue savors the grains of salt on my moist lips My feet sink into the hot sand Sleep awaits me The dream awaits me The sun increases the eternity of my thoughts. I repeat to the point of hallucination the verses that you wrote for me, a night next to the stars. Under the summer star I relive our love: drunken column of the temple of eternity The seasons follow one another And me I still believe in fireworks.
Sybille Rembard,
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