Habit
Habit blooms like a little flower.
Observations, imaginations and yearnings rooted in ecology, nature conservation, forests and abstract ideas.
Habit blooms like a little flower.
For an entire week you appeared in my dream, gentle as a brook that flows in a silent forest receiving a slice of the sunlight on its body.
The light is magic.
Powdered rainbow falls like magic dust
I toss myself in the swamp of your thoughts.
I look at her as a curious magpie ready to strike.