A lovely clearing after a green path.
If the trees are tall, that he was here that the peaks
forget what has been seen roots.
Neither Clay, flint,
earth is flesh color Kamenetz Podolsk.
Just dig to see faces.
When the sun shines,
(because it is often beautiful to Kamenetz Podolski)
the sap in the branches has blood flavor.
In the peace of the undergrowth, playing children believed
and cry mingled with that of birds
of Kamenetz Podolsk.
The trunk of white birch seems immaculate
when the storm was silent, but still leaves
are shaking with sobs. They say it's the wind ..
Pierre Jalet
Pascale
photo: mcf
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