Vie passée

Vie passée

A Poem by beckyflowa

Mon c�"ur, mon c�"ur,
Je le sens ici;
Dans l’eau, les arbes, le sable.
C’est ici, mon amour pour tu.

Avant je t’ai rencontrée,
Je pouvais vous sentir,
Je pouvais le sentir, l’amour.
Je le vu ici,
Dans cette place,
J’ai vu leur face;
Je suis tombée.

Quand je t’ai vu, l’image réel,
Je savais, immédiatement car je suis tombée encore,
Et maintenant, je tombe tous les jours.

© 2019 beckyflowa


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et ce sont les trous dans lesquels nous tombons....

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Added on January 22, 2019
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Tags: love, french, french language, past lives, heart, feeling, truth

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beckyflowa
beckyflowa

dublin, Ireland



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