let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
like tears*
Archives par mot-clé : cold
with the lights, some shadow
beyond the wall
through the evening
transparencies and
stories are floating
for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces haiku
a misty look
on the clear surface of water
and the cold cracks
in the kitchen
I hid in the kitchen
I cut the vegetables finely
I told myself that vitamins
will sure help me cope with the weather
and time goes by…
...and it goes by, and there is nothing to do about it, and the colors work together, nature gets involved, only a question of changing the angle, or watching more closely, or watching from afar, because there is nothing you can do about it.