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haiku
footsteps in winter
images dance in the eye
diamond reflections
sans parole/wordless : a la plage/on the beach
sans parole/wordless : heron blanc/white heron
an afternoon like any other
A ruffled cormorant was drying its wings as for me, I was digging in the sand with my toes, and you were chewing on a twig, another one, over there, was looking for gold in the sand, in other words, he was feeding on hope then it started to rain