I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head must be an illusion that will not hold up, I will take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.
Archives par mot-clé : whakatu
sans parole/wordless : Tahunanui, aout 2022, August 2022
haiku
on a cold morning
let's hug one another in
the winter garden
haiku
matin de froidure
se serrer l’un contre l’autre
au jardin d’hiver