we'll be all the same when faced with destiny but also different
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : seagul
on the edge of the flesh*
We would promise
the impossible and
winter would melt
in the colours of
ether
the softness of
the air
on the edge of the flesh
*posted for the first time in July 2018
haiku
in the Wellington port
a day like any other
painting on water
