10 janvier 2008
Heard in the night
The air
smells rain
In ponds of
moon light reflected
Shadows
dance slow leaf shaped
Old age
gossips of trees
In the
humming of wind
A soft
headed old oak
Twitters
scattered fragments
Of secret
love affairs
And bends
over the flow
Of
underground waters
The tales
like an echo
Whispers a
poplar tree
That as for
love affairs
After the
sun la pluie
Whispers
back a wild rose
I have
always been told
Never
believe
Never
believe
What a tree
sees.
photo : http://newilluminati.blog-city.com/living_the_dream__tree_changers.htm
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