but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings
but the wind
Archives par mot-clé : duck
between us
what we do on Sundays
belongs to us, only,
and what we see through the branches
will stay between us at the beginning
Cold thoughts were arriving
from the shadows
At the beginning was the word and
in the end all that will remain.