Can you hear me
make home
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.
My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.
No Words at the Moment
seasons: a poetic journey 
Poésie tout en retenue
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A well shared feeling in the tight temperature and curling words. 🍂🍮🍮Enjoy the weekend.
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