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
like tears*
Archives par mot-clé : winter
with the lights, some shadow
beyond the wall
through the evening
transparencies and
stories are floating
for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces from time to time
we would speak between the lines, little words from time to time, sounds that would mark the step, then a screaming silence, coming down the hill, we would remember the good old days.
Sans paroles/wordless : le monde aujourd’hui/the world today
sans parole/wordless : silence
