{"id":14885,"date":"2025-05-11T23:12:45","date_gmt":"2025-05-11T21:12:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/?post_type=poemes&#038;p=14885"},"modified":"2025-05-11T23:12:45","modified_gmt":"2025-05-11T21:12:45","slug":"il-fait-novembre-en-mon-ame","status":"publish","type":"poemes","link":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/poemes\/il-fait-novembre-en-mon-ame\/","title":{"rendered":"Il fait novembre en mon \u00e2me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rayures d\u2019eau, longues feuilles couleur de brique,<br \/>\nPar mes plaines d\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 comme il en tombe !<br \/>\nEt de la pluie et de la pluie \u2014 et la r\u00e9plique<br \/>\nD\u2019un gros vent boursoufl\u00e9 qui gonfle et qui se bombe<br \/>\nEt qui tombe, ray\u00e9 de pluie en de la pluie.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014 Il fait novembre en mon \u00e2me \u2014<br \/>\nFeuilles couleur de ma douleur, comme il en tombe !<\/p>\n<p>Par mes plaines d\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9, la pluie<br \/>\nGoutte \u00e0 goutte, depuis quel 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