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2012,
French
Dans ma solitude, la nuit douce
sensation de froid et amer
comme le vin chaud gaspillé.
Un goût simple refusé
comme la pierre précieuse ne voit pas la lumière
et la beauté est perdue.
En exil, en contemplant
les ventres froids
et des promesses creuses.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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