Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Ex Note this naked swirl twirling around an empty center, a band of clouds without a chance of rain, the definition of nothing fading to become a ghost that not even radar can be bothered with. I detect your disdain your quick dismissal but once I was a force of nature, once trees bowed before my winds. Now in my nakedness they mock me, offering their shame-covering leaves to others. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.210] (18.agosto.2021) 105.599 |