Looking back
to revisit his past
he was looking for light
found nothing
walking in his own footsteps
gave him nothing
without his armour
he no longer knows where to go looking back
Archives par mot-clé : winter
haiku
tomorrow I’ll say
the words you would like to hear
today I’m shaking
make a difference (or not)
It was hard to find a place in the crowd to make a difference, any one, to find a niche, a speech in her single and isolated cell. Once she lost herself in the anonymity of the crowd without looking for her place, she lost herself in the details. hey have been looking for her since, and have occasionally found her.
haiku
cut in the dawn
in every angle of the cold
finding a yellow fruit
shaking hand
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean