KATHARINA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                       K ant en oublierait la raison pure

 

                                                                                                       A en perdre tout sens critique

 

                                                                                                       T ant de beauté me parait l’épure

 

                                                                                                       H armonieuse du bonheur esthétique

 

                                                                                                       A lors, imagine ce que j’endure!

 

                                                                                                       R endu fou amoureux, pathétique

 

                                                                                                       I l me vient des idées d’aventure!

 

                                                                                                       N e sois pas je t’en prie trop critique,

 

                                                                                                       A l’égard de mes déraisons pure....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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