sans parole/wordless : distanciation sociale/social distancing
Archives par mot-clé : sky
the sky or the sea ?
My hands, from the cold air hide in my pockets. Dark horizon but following the path, skimming the ground with my shoes in the gravel. Is it sky or earth? sans parole/wordless : Riviere Matai/River
categories*
Seriously interfering in the neglected categories, on the verge of effusion, between the faded eyelashes of time (presumably), and delaying the insertion of a scrimpy alphabet seeking appeasement.
*first published in April 2019, modified in April 2020
haiku
as long as one knows
that behind the row of trees
there is white smoke