The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Monday, October 8, 2007
mots
un journée de pluie
pas de soleil pas de repos
rien dans moi est tranquille
je regarde autour de moi
mes yeux ne voie rien,
c'est mon coeur
qui se ferme.....
non-
pas de magie ou des
miracles...mes des mots
qui se promène devant
moi comme des feuilles
qui dansent dans le ciel
un jour moi une feuilles
et toi le ciel.
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