Crossing Lines

Un moment ne dure jamais,
Il s’offre à nous, à saisir,
Serrer, libérer.

À imprimer, derrière nos yeux,
À brûler, dans nos âmes.

À retenir, un instant.
À l’oublier ensuite.

Un moment.
Ici…et puis…
Il repart.

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