Like every time my literary greetings to everyone ...
 

Without this wonder … any return is empty-handed…
It is not obvious who is
A non-spell…
And it’s not easy to be deprived
By surprise…
It is not obvious
Because it is no longer evident
To browse in order to find or take
The singular Champs Elysée's rose…
A discovery...
I.e.: such love …
But then what is obvious
That nobody knows the nature of this wonder…