the tree wanted to blend into the sky
but the summer was coming to an end
the ego would dissolve into the musical notes while
someone else would try (vainly) to taunt the world by
trying to
prove something to him
Archives par mot-clé : melrosegardens
le temps des fetes aux antipodes
sans parole/wordless : sous-bois/undergrowth

let go

let go of things
all the way, with the winds
and they organize themselves
like spring