them tiny corners under feet
reflecting hidden songs, if you look hard
you will find her on the site of your written book
She hides for the stars of eyes your eyes mine eyes our eyes
she hide and cries between lost leafs
leaving her sky behind
her wandering over the unknown
she burst into cover not to run
a red companion with black dots under white stem Birch
how can i hide like her
the call of that lost moment
everybody wants to go to that forest as a reflection on running pencils
under music of leafs they all sit in total silence
while going somewhere
she flies away
over pocket secrets
which beak will capture her red motion
tickle them black dots above moving feet with hundred toes
got to show how
thats why sun shines
if you don’t know why you shine
under them leafs you got to go
A little visitor while writing in my notebook made the day extra special, she wasn’t the only visitor.
Life is wonderful in a forest.
Went to discover a new place to take some photos of leafs for the exhibition and to write poetry for the exhibition.
it was a very inspirational day.