the same thought in the daylight

good morning
white-lighted, sung and unstopped

once i put my mind on the case of language
i feel i am floating on a piece of land which moves
on a world of flowing water
maybe because i do not know so much
maybe because i have excused myself from the task
of creating

nice morning
greyishly shaded with the smell of tea gathered in the mountains







ps. the swans who can talk

again, thank you Ritva