when you are a tree
and the wind has left you,
it’s possible to stand still for ages
and will it matter where birds sing their songs
when you are
a tree
the wind has left?
Compulsory Happiness
compulsory happiness
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
AuthorVolja Gapeeva