mon chemin

                                                                                   sans tambour , ni tromppette je suis partie

                                                                                   comme bagage, le reve

                                                                                   chemin noueux ,par la pluie!!

                                                                                   glissante chaussée froide ,

                                                                                   je voyage ici et la, me pause !

                                                                                  tardivement le soir , je m’évade

                                                                                  dans deux doux reves merveilleux

                                                                                  je repart au petit matin ,mon chemin

                                                                                  je suis la et je pense a vous!!!

                                                                                  les amies je reviendrais bientot

                                                                                  un jour, ou la nuit, je srais la

                                                                                  de nouveau parmit vous

                                                                                                                                                         poesie de ginette