Troisième volet du tryptique, on clôt le tableau. Qui attrape ?
Drôle de printemps, mi-hiver mi-été. Drôle de tout cette année, non ?
there’s spring in the air
they’re sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees
what’s holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don’t close
where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
what’s holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind’s eye
contemplates
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2 commentaires
Nice shot and color, love it
Thanks