05 Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

05 Dijon a seed that grows in the wind With the wind, I don't know how, I landed there, in what spring? Dijon city of seeds, city of poetry Texts of poems to make you think, Images, videos to make you travel. welcome

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,,,01,,, Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

,,,01,,, Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

By the wind,

I don't know how

I landed there, what spring?

I found in a corner of the yard,

A gutter descent,

In full light,

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

a seed in his vineyards

With a little sand around.

I took roots, and transforming myself,

Then growing over time,

I escaped my eyes
Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

a gastronomic fair in autumn

To the owner,

And his machine with sharp wires.

Yet one day he noticed,

And in doubt he believed,

See it develop in me,

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

its architectural styles, from Gothic to Art Deco

A very beautiful flower full of joy.

Here I am, with the sun and the rain,

My petals open by day and closed at night.

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

Fine arts of the vast Palace of the Dukes

with a rich collection of paintings and sculptures

Now radiant and proud,

I throw lots of lights.

The master is delighted,

For leaving me alive.

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

capital of Burgundy

By the wind,

I don't know how

I landed there, what spring?

I found in a corner of the yard,

A gutter descent,

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

seed of the Junot eco-district,

former military enclave

In full light,

With a little sand around.

I took roots, and transforming myself,

Then growing over time,

I escaped my eyes

To the owner,

Dijon a seed that grows in the wind

seed sales capital

of the whole world

And his machine with sharp wires.

Yet one day he noticed,

And in doubt he believed,

See it develop in me,

A very beautiful flower full of joy.

Here I am, with the sun and the rain,

My petals open by day and closed at night.

Now radiant and proud,

I throw lots of lights.

The master is delighted,

For leaving me alive.

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Thanks to you for visiting, My blog.

Thanks to my father André for this poetry

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