a wave of lunar hope
a new beginning
a long sigh of relief:
give up your prayers
give me your hand.
Archives par mot-clé : poetry
what we want to be
passer by like everybody else
but not seeing yourself
in the mirror of the waters
the sad affairs of the world
invite themselves into
your most beautiful dreams.
Awake, but we don't love ourselves as much
as what we see through the windows, what we think we see, what we want to be.
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
haiku
running in the sand until I reach the water waves lapping the shore
learning how to live*
sink into the sand
for good
a little more every day
to learn the art
of living like
a seashell (thank you very much)
*posted in May 2021, edited in May 2022