each moment, each wound, inscribed in each line, each curve, then the colors that speak of the mood of the day, of the passing of time.
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Archives par mot-clé : botanicalgarden
roots
you would hear them outside
but inside also
even with your hands over your ears.
Trying to sleep, but
you heard them moan
you heard them suffer
they were going to die
the trees without their roots haiku
the pond's clear water
in the month of January
revives the lilies haiku
in the evening pond
the reflections of the day
arise delicately sans parole/wordless : reflets/reflection
