In the church Saint Nicolas
Every day, she sits in penitent,
Joining the white and fine fingers religiously.
And the holy statues watch over her silently
As they made her formerly when she was a communicant.Her fresh beauty hidden under the light lace veil,
She prays in the light pale as when she was a child
To escape the bad whip of the agonies,
And to matter among the elected representatives of eternal dawns.If beautiful, so innocent in the days of her, twenty years
She prays ardently by squeezing her missal triumphantly,
Refusing itself in the ground life and in the happinessAvoiding the carefreeness and the innocence of children’s games,
Forgetting her, feminine life and its youth in the firmament,
Getting ready strangely in the day of the last hour.
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guillaumePrevel
Nom : PREVEL
Prénom : GUILLAUME
Naissance : non renseigné
Présentation : non renseigné
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