October 1st: One Poem One Photo
Imagine water…
I see myself a sphere, translucent,
Cold, like a moonless night,
Falling helpless, and the air,
freezes my bristles, made of crystals.
I break myself hitting a branch, scatter myself,
I fall in the dust; I give myself:
Fertile again.
by Rui M. September 16 and 17, 2019
Enjoy.