talking without words,, interesting,,

a vauge description indeed,,


when the syntax of narrative is replaced by feeling,,

no lie can ever be told,,

especially when of a colour never seen,,

these are the truths of old,,


why cling to the truth of a colour never imaj-ined,,

when most prefer the truth of syntaxed lies,,


inbetween the trees lies the wood,,



such is the comfort of the trees,,


much love