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Imagine

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Un éternel matin pourrait recommencer
tout entier baigné d'une chaude lumière,
et les oiseaux du ciel, eux mêmes se tairaient
pour que le dieu-Eté entende ma prière.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Imagine, imagine
                              qu'un jour...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Je te devinerai au bout du chemin
d'où tu arriverais, encore tout nimbé d'or,
Et, secouant le soleil accroché à tes mains
Tu me dirais : "regarde, voilà enfin le port".

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Imagine, imagine
                             qu'un jour tu puisse revenir...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Tu allumerais alors un puissant feu de joie
qui chasserait mes peurs au pays de l'oubli
et ton coeur et mon coeur n'auraient plus jamais froid
car l'amour le plus fort peut redonner la vie.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Imagine...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  (avec l'autorisation de l'Auteure) :  Colette Roux.

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