My hands, from the cold air hide in my pockets. Dark horizon but following the path, skimming the ground with my shoes in the gravel. Is it sky or earth?
I went there to see the past, its ornaments, its oh!s and ah!s I saw my soul instead, its darkness in search of light, I saw a path and shadows, and a road that does not stop.
Un blog experimental voue a la poesie du quotidien sous toutes ses formes/An experimental blog devoted to poetry in all its forms