We took roads, we left roads...
We walked in the forest.
wearing our red hats up to our ears
Resting in the secret harmony of the birds
for a piece of sky, in a gust vector
freedom
or even in the patience of the trees
when our secrets are carried in silence.
So we didn't look each other in the eye.
We really worked hard.
Blind, deaf and self-sufficient
We picked flowers.
On our journey, no hunter answered us.
(it seems an inappropriate era in inappropriate hands)
Who protects the unsuspecting in the forests anymore?)
Time alone, faithful dog,
He took us after him.
supposedly without a master
and as if we were the hunters.
But like in every fairy tale
there is a moment of treachery
and if it has a face, it has a voice
suddenly appeared in front of us
with a wolf's mouth, sarcastic:
Passed away, he told us. So, without a trace.
Grandma is no longer here.
Now, who lived well and who lived better...
photo by kinkate, https://pixabay.com
