Suck air
Lying on your back, the May blossoms above your head, the east wind is bearable, the geese make their rounds plaintively, spring in the garden.
Lying on your back, the May blossoms above your head, the east wind is bearable, the geese make their rounds plaintively, spring in the garden.
This play of focused and unfocused is perfect.
It’s a beautiful postcard to Spring.
bebilderte Poesie
nicht übel ;-))