Instant – III

Dans cette cage d’or

Au barreaux oxydés

Un bel oiseau s’endort

Son sort tout décidé,

Boulet de larmes aux pieds,

Silence pour médium,

Cet avenir lui sied

Car il n’est pas un homme.

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