I  write to be

to feel

to breathe

to exist.
So i write

the hummingbird sings

tangerine sands

twelve line voyage…

Autumn nearby

so i write

when i walk, while i walk, when i talk to the landing words. Waves. A shore unwind.

Echoing looks and sounds and footprints.

Acuarela thoughts

Leaves dancing through the ground landscapes le matin i write i write i’ll write

Sunset within every type-in-g write to fight to stand to part i write the silence i write to hear it  i write the absence the nonsense the sadness lacks of meanings i write to be to see to exist.


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