gray weather, one's wings
as cold as in December
turning to oneself haiku
Archives par mot-clé : Wales
conditional
I could do this
I should say that
I would like to go here
I would like to live like that
sans parole/wordless : distanciation sociale/social distancing
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? at night
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly