What was it a question of? A hair’s breath, in all.
A tree was catching fire, a pond was sulking, a dew
sprinkled maid-servant was lulled to sleep by currant
bushes.
What was it a question of? A tiny line. Compact little
figure, naked Merisette.
(Paul Colinet)
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