During a new year night,
Between shadow and white
I met a russian light,
With a blue look so bright;
She requested a knight
Riding to a new sight,
Her long legs winded tight
To experience his might.
But where do the Lords fight
To save her soul from fright ?

© Frédéric Beer / Janvier 2002

Catégories : Poésie

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