remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers
the day is ending
and maybe will start again
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#2085 poetry
we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
*according to wordpress, the number of posts published
around the evening
around the evening
you interrogated the sky
while waiting for the stars
in your refuge with no mirror
your story so beautiful
in your memory
Where were we ?*
Where were we?
It was memories hour
and nostalgic laughs
we were telling again and
again true stories
and some others that we were made up
*first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
like the tide
as the tide has scribbled on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with emotions that cannot be dissected