Every country has its own beautiful poems. Here are two French poems. Welcome to read!
The fire of death, dead leaves
r？ My de Gourmon.
Simon, is everything in the grave? es；
Elles provided Mu Si, pies and spices.
Simon, why did Ames-Le Tu die?
These colors are black, tons are gray,
Is she on land? Les? Paphos.
Simon, why did Ames-Le Tu die?
What do you think of the air? At dusk,
They need a room.
Simon, why did Ames-Le Tu die?
What do you want? What does this mean? mes，
elles font a brute d ' ailes or de Lopes de women。
Simon, why did Ames-Le Tu die?
We lived a poor life.
Vines: D? j？ Our time is up.
Simon, why did Ames-Le Tu die?
dead leaves
Xinmeile Co., Ltd., go into the forest: the leaves have fallen;
They are covered with moss, stones and paths.
New Merlot Co., Ltd., do you like the footprints on the leaves?
They have such soft colors, such calm tones,
They are such fragile fragments on the ground!
Do you like the footsteps on the leaves, Xinmeile Co., Ltd.
They have such sad expressions at dusk;
When the wind blows them over, they will moan softly!
New Merlot Co., Ltd., do you like the footprints on the leaves?
When the footsteps trample on them, they cry like souls,
They flap their wings and make a creak of women's clothes.
New Merlot Co., Ltd., do you like the footprints on the leaves?
Come on: we will be poor dead leaves,
Come on: the night came and the wind took us away.
New Merlot Co., Ltd., do you like the footprints on the leaves?
The street is cold and the workers are shaking.
There are many carres.
Two of a kind.
j？ What are seconds and c? You are disgusting.
This is a metaphor.
On sending Zi C? Hello, buddy fuller.
At the exit of caracol.
Do you think it's possible? flots。
Don't say it.
When did you first meet? End.
How are you? Leave me alone.
I don't know what you are talking about. ai peur。
snowball
It's cold and the trees are shaking.
The rain beat against the square stone.
A pair of lovers embraced.
My eyes are dry and my heart is heavy.
People think a lot when they are alone.
The wind is spinning, the stream is running, and my heart is in a mess.
I don't know why the wind is shaking when people listen.
I don't know why I cried,
I don't know what I'm afraid of.
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