Quatre saisons : Hiver – janvier

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Neige fraîche

Le matin est blanc

Silence apaisant

Dans le brouillard,

Un rouge-gorge chante

Un blues des neiges,

Qui résonne dans l’âme,

Comme un écho de printemps.

La neige aime,

Le vent souffle, la pluie tombe,

Toujours l’hiver.

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