To the palm tree stump
From the grove to the palm grove
the songbird was going
with a dry twig of hawthorn
and a singular flight.
There would be space
between the shadow
I was in a hurry to arrive
to the top of the hill.
And with its continuous flight
was making way
with the illusion of singing.
#ave #natural
© Alexis Hidalgo
the songbird was going
with a dry twig of hawthorn
and a singular flight.
There would be space
between the shadow
I was in a hurry to arrive
to the top of the hill.
And with its continuous flight
was making way
with the illusion of singing.
#ave #natural
© Alexis Hidalgo