It was one of those days when being a duck would have seemed enough, because then I would have seen where the road was leading.
when being a duck…
Archives par mot-clé : beauty
what you mean
What you mean
when you don’t talk
I listen to the branches
i do not surrender
nor sit back
sans parole/wordless : premieres nations/first nations
sans paroles/wordless : microcosme
do it again
Repeat ut every night, the same song, the same chords, the same dance steps, always the same, but always different, maybe it should be done more often. maybe we should like to do it.