there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
shaking hand
Archives par mot-clé : flowers
my bruises and emotions
I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, absolutely
haiku
observing life
from a narrower perspective
it is still life
haiku
going to town
taking the usual route
the daisies are here
Sans paroles/wordless : fleurs d’hiver
