a misty look
on the clear surface of water
and the cold cracks
it looked like a notebook which had rebelled, with strange lines, a notebook to write crookedly, stories to make people laugh to tears, or tall tales, a notebook to write upside down words that would hold back tears and stories that touched souls.
*posted before, on June 2019, reviewed (for better, hopefully)in June 2020
Cold thoughts were arriving
from the shadows
At the beginning was the word and
in the end all that will remain.
when you look carefully
in this small drop of water
you may find me
*first posted in May 2019, reviewed in May 2020.