note to self
Catching a cloud…
Weather report at the end of summer
This is a poem (in Dutch) about a king and his music.
This is a poem about the miracle of an ordinary day.
the wind plays wildly,
the trees find their voices and
sing their song out loud
Oh, darling, don’t worry! I will find you, even in the middle of the night with my eyes closed wandering a pitch-dark forest…
black letters wandering around on this piece of paper
searching for their place
connecting to the colors
or to the white space
always a poem
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