4121 poetry*

photo : I took a photo of this tree last year, and it gave me the same show this year at around the same time.  Last year, this is what I had to say about it : this tree comes to meet me when I come back from my morning walks, I wanted to capture all its beauty before the leaves fall.

you will bump into me one day,/

and will recognize me/

perhaps, in the fatigue of my days/

Something will remain of our time/

in one wrinkle or another/

small moments will arise/

from the archives of our days/

we will remember.

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