a dreaming joureny

A dreaming journeys


  A leaf floats down a river

 It never made a decision

“where are you going doc?

Back to the future?

No, I have been there now

We are going to the future.

From afar the leaf hear

a woman sings

“Let me call you, darling.”

What an idiot I’ve been.

What’s left is the ocean.


◄ the pace

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