emotional landscape, beautiful to be
twisted words flowing
from one landscape into an other
as we try to find
floating over recycled waste
line by line
makes no sense
you need to turn your head
to next year
soul solid solitude
Sometimes things just happen while clearing up, finding bits and pieces, reading old notebooks.
The poem starts in the top left corner and ends next to the photo, hard to read but perhaps that is not needed.
Als je Nederlands spreekt dan kan je elk woord lezen.