Karl Wiener

Le mistral

 
Le coquelicot teint en rouge les prés,
le vent ébouriffe la toison du genêt,
la poussière se lève dans l’air
et fait passer la lumière,
le ciel change à gris-pâle:
c’est le Mistral.
 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/02/2007.

 
 

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