Belvédères

O!nce
from the moon
we could have thought
(whilst eyes were seeing through the
amethyst net

of atmosphere)

that
the meadows , down
were made with emerald
wheats with topaze
poppies fields
with Ceylon rubis

& o!-
n the edges of
this charming brook
water flows
leaks , hopping
comme une
âme soûle

Jean-Philippe Guéant

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