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[plumedepoete]

Mur de pierres - Alain Salvador

Mur de pierres – Alain Salvador

Cette nuit sera sans sommeil Déjà rayonne le Soleil Le chant d’un oiseau m’interpelle La journée devrait être belle – Je me suis posé des questions Dont je n’ai pas de solutions J’ai beau retourner les problèmes Les impasses restent les mêmes – Un café et une tartine Moi ici, toi en Palestine Oh que ce café est amer Elle est bien large cette mer – Je veux rejoindre tes lumières Mais la vie est un…

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[spiceroyer]

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#blackberry #jam #mûr #confiture #faitmaison #herbalism #citywitch #urbanfarmer #homemade #wildcraft #handpicked https://www.instagram.com/p/CR5kAtYHHJN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[giulia-gallino]

Frail / Ripe | Fragile / Mûr 🐉 Last image for this @inktober, two in one. New projects going on, keep u posted. . . . #twoinone #frail #fragile #ripe #mûr #inktober #inktober2019 #digitaldrawing #illustration #illustrationart https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Sx5oZBnqa/?igshid=1903ichgn3qas

[webnosa]

Comme un mur en fête Mieux que sur le frigo le mur de lettre...

Comme un mur en fête Mieux que sur le frigo le mur de lettre…

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🎉Comme un mur en fête🎉 Mieux que sur le frigo le mur de lettre aimanté version argent… Je trouve que cette finition met bien en valeur les lettres de couleurs qui, de base ne sont pas très esthétique sur le frigo ou sur un tableau blanc n’est ce pas ? Couleur sur fond métal brossé ça le fait ! Pour le réaliser rie. De plus simple, une plaque de métal en aluminuim brossé découpé aux bonne…

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[plumedepoete]

La pipe en écume - Bernard Saulgeot

Nouvel article depuis le site littéraire Plume de Poète - La pipe en écume - Bernard Saulgeot

[plumedepoete]

Le mur dormant Ll Chalzib

Le mur dormant Ll Chalzib

     Le mur dormant    Ll Chalzib

     C’est un mur taiseux aux yeux clairs

     Son prête-nom est variable

     Celle qui l’habite se cache

       Nul n’aurait pu savoir

     Seule l’églantine résonne

     Magnétique en ses ondes diffuses

       Mur du son, de safran et d’or

     Infranchissable et hiératique

     Avalé par les ombres

       Mur luisant, ruisselant

     A la nuit levante, si…

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[wtfarraki]

Mûr walks to Anzeti, looking like his normal, unfriendly and cautious self. He gave some sort of vague "grrrrr" as a hello, gave the Sandfury wary look, and asked: "I was thinking... would you mind if I touch you?" He looked rather sour: "And I mean like poke you, not gonna be all over you or anything."

Anzeti watches Mûr with guarded surprise. The rogue perplexed him, but didn’t seem an immediate threat. The growl, he thought, almost sounded friendly. Anzeti nods once. “Hey, mon. Uh, Ah don’ mind. Pokin’ don’ bother me. Here.” The Sandfury extends his hand to Mûr and gives him an easy smile. “Yeh ain’ gonna find much, heh. No extra fingers.” He wiggles his three fingers slowly.

[izzeibean]

Summer’s on the Rise

And it was looking to be a hot one, this year around.

With everybody here and there and everywhere with the invasion of Draenor, E’shi had lost contact with a lot of her friends. There were a few who she still saw, and some who popped up from time to time. And for them, she was thankful.

Sitting on the pier on the beaches of Sen’jinn, she glanced off to the side to watch Kosharn and Kro’gara playing in the sands off to the side with their sire, Krogu. Loa, how lucky she was to have them. Her lips pulled into a wide smile, toes dipping in the water. The little mutt of a jungle troll couldn’t help but think about how far she had come.

It honestly felt like yesterday that she was a timid, nervous little thing coming to the city to look for her sister. Garbed in hardly anything at all, she remembered slinking around, trying to avoid notice.

She had a few friends in the city to start. A rare couple who managed to decipher her hand movements and inability to speak verbally. Rin’dali and Den’zill. E’shi remembered how they looked out for her. She remembered how Rin’dali would escort her through Strnglethorn Vale from time to time, and she remembered bumping into Mûr, and forming a close friendship with him. The times she spent listening to him and watching him in Booty Bay... She still had that little mechanical murloc he gave her. It sat on her bedside table!

She hefted a soft sigh as she thought on. Jutu, the other mute she was -almost- mates with. And then Wan’ja... Wan’ja was a story all his own. She fell for him, so hard and so fast. But no matter how hard she tried to get him to realize the level of her love for him, he just... never reciprocated fully. His heart was in other hands, she knew now. And it hurt her to think, to know that was how her first real love was going to be. But she shook it off, pressing her train of thinking onwards.

There was her adopted parents, Ret’rali, I’fe and Yuanshi. The three took her in under their wings despite having their hands full with three youngsters of their own. They treated her like family, and acted as family when hers decided not to.

Speaking of family. Ucha’wi. Her older sister. The whole reason she hardly had a voice anymore. The whole reason she left the comfort of her jungle. The reason she was where she was at, today. E’shi’s head turned up to the skies, as if trying to spot a fragment of her sister’s spirit in the clouds. She knew she wouldn't, which weighed in her heart.

Wherever you are, Chawi, I miss you, and I hope it’s better than the life you had here.

Her sister had, in short, imploded. Fire magics built up so greatly in her, that the poor fen’di’s body couldn't handle it, and she imploded. E’shi was the only one there to bury her and give her her final ceremony. But she came out a stronger woman for it. A much stronger woman. All her family was gone, save those who took her in. All her friends, coming and going.

And now? E’shi was at a point where she was happy. Quite on accident, she had bumped into Krogu one day. And quite on accident, she’d found herself so very drawn to the orc. He was complex, compassionate, endearing and just... too stupidly cute for his own good. She didn’t seek to lay any claim to him, despite what her heart yelled at her, but she refused to let him go. Even when he wanted to push her away, they always found their ways back to one another. Him and his two children had welcomed her into their home and arms quite eagerly. And it was there, with them now, that she stayed.

Everything had sort of come full cycle. And E’shi was left sitting on the pier, just smiling and thinking quietly to herself.

...

At least, until Krogu had waded over and yanked her into the water with them.