then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking
above the shore...
nuages (2)
Archives par mot-clé : sky
cloud (1)
I'll wrap my wounds in the wadding of the sky, tell me, when will you come back? the horizon of vertigo, the balance of time, I will anchor myself in the sand of the beach. Where were we?
Nelson, 2021, Sylvie GE
Where were we?
It was time for memories
and nostalgic laughs
we we were starting again and
again true stories
and others that we were making up haiku
Going somewhere
but not always knowing where
the road is ending sans parole/wordless : perspective (en route pour Wellington)
