Easter morning -
the convalescent bonsai
on the windowsill
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matin de Pâques -
le bonsaï convalescent
sur l'appui de fenêtre
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4 comments:
i really love this poem.
nice one!
I like it, Damien. Any bonsai I've owned passes convalescence on its way to corpse. Now I have a believable fake I don't feel guilty about killing.
An interesting image. (I too, as Nora, am a member of the once-had-a-live-bonsai club. Somehow, however, I don't think I'd be satisfied with one I had to dust...)
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