cyclique
une fleur dans mon cΕur
en hiver, il mourra
mais, je ne pas peur
parce que il reviendra
oui, reviendra,
car c’est la nature
du printemps
Happy New Year! I hope you don’t mind overly cheesy poems. This one speaks on the impermanent and cyclical nature of life. It’s silly to expect something to last forever. Everything has it’s seasons. Put a third cliche here, just for stylistic reasons. At any rate, my French skills are far from first rate, but I hope you enjoyed this poem anyways!
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