Freerunner on the loose,
All
black and blue and bruise.
Roam
wild in the city.
Mad
perhaps, mad but free.
The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall t...
:)
ReplyDeletewe're all mad here
ReplyDeleteJ'aime toujours autant tes textes courts, efficaces.
ReplyDeletePourtant j'étais pressé...(je sais, elle est nulle...je suis à côté de mes pompes...(encore plus nulle ?))
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ! J'adore :)
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