the tree wanted to blend into the sky
but the summer was coming to an end
the ego would dissolve into the musical notes while
someone else would try (vainly) to taunt the world by
trying to
prove something to him
A promising moon
prepared the sky for confidences
words here and there
I sensed things
Which organised, surely,
your infinite dreams
Under austere stars
At all times
you will keep an eye out
and listen carefully
on high alert
and you will be living day-to-day
waiting for the news
of better times
*first posted in April 2021, edited (significantly) in April 2022
rain on the window, July 2019, canon, macro, Sylvie GE
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
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