14 août 2009 8h19 · Léonard Constant
I cast my lines of duty
I angle where you cry
I’m in the line of beauty
I wish to catch your eye
I wait for you to wire
I’m washing at the why
You cast a line of fire
and hang me out to dry
I’ve read my lines of duty
I angle where you cry
I cast a line of beauty
but fail to catch your eye
and as you seep away
I shall be lost in while
until you find a way
to cast us in a child.
(2004)
