MARCHER AILLEURS

thebirdsperspective
Apr 2
1 min read

 une journée bleue
 sur les pointes des pieds
 je prends des images
 pour les envoyer loins
 des champs
 poire, pain et fromage
 une promenade
 les traces d’une nuit
 de pluie me mouillent 
 et le murmure du ruisseau
 me rappelle que
 les mots naissent en marchant

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