the wind is blowing, haiku by Daniela Domenici
The wind is blowing it whistles incessantly disturbing my thoughts
The wind is blowing it whistles incessantly disturbing my thoughts
wind is still blowing snaking plants, flowers disturbing ideas and messing up thoughts which can’t flow freely to be creative
the wind is blowing, flowing and wandering wherever it wants, it knows the way without words, the wind wonders why it always blows…
Ho parlato al cuore degli alberi, che, verde, racconta la sua storia, d’amori antichi, di cara memoria, di passate stagioni, di bel clima. Ho visto fiumi rossi, inquinati, respirare a fatica, tra la… Continua a leggere