footsteps in winter images dance in the eye diamond reflections
a few grains of sand have been jostled by the tide a landscape is born
Of course, there would be traces of passers lost on the dunes, one we cannot always be with on their own but they would have come, and would have gone and now I would be alone with the sky and promises of thunderstorms in the cold sand of May.
going to the sea
I run, but a little slower
with hope, blue like the sky that
maybe nothing will change too quickly
there would be no harm in taking what is lying on the beach what the sea has rejected branches and shells intertwining in the sand and thanks to the miracle of the tides of supreme beauty would be capable *first posted in February 2021, edited in January 2022