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Le vent cueille les feuilles des fleurs
Et il les parsème à travers les seuils
Des maisons de mon petit quartier.
Si tu étais ici! Tu es l’œil de mon cœur.
Sans toi, les joies du monde
Perdent leurs couleurs.
Les rues rouges pavé,
Les dos bronzages des petits enfants,
Les toiles grandes et blanches qui traversent à la voile,
Tous les couleurs infinis des fleurs, des poissons,
Et de deuil
Ils se perdent.
Ils deviennent gris fer.
Et il les parsème à travers les seuils
Des maisons de mon petit quartier.
Si tu étais ici! Tu es l’œil de mon cœur.
Sans toi, les joies du monde
Perdent leurs couleurs.
Les rues rouges pavé,
Les dos bronzages des petits enfants,
Les toiles grandes et blanches qui traversent à la voile,
Tous les couleurs infinis des fleurs, des poissons,
Et de deuil
Ils se perdent.
Ils deviennent gris fer.
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The wind snatches the petals of the flowers
And scatters them across the doorsteps
Of the houses of my little neighborhood.
If you were here! You are the eye of my heart.
Without you, the joys of the world
Lose their colors.
The red cobblestone roads,
The tan backs of the little children,
The big, white sails that cross the water,
All the infinite colors of flowers, of fish,
And of grief,
They lose themselves.
They become iron grey.
And scatters them across the doorsteps
Of the houses of my little neighborhood.
If you were here! You are the eye of my heart.
Without you, the joys of the world
Lose their colors.
The red cobblestone roads,
The tan backs of the little children,
The big, white sails that cross the water,
All the infinite colors of flowers, of fish,
And of grief,
They lose themselves.
They become iron grey.
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I absolutely love it. I think it's great imagery and just great use of words.