DONALD CLERMONT | Novembre en France

 

The treetops are covered with snow

It’s cold out there

The snow falls from the northeast

Where I used to think I was from

My motivation stands null in the face of liberty

Vercors will always stand still

Just like me

Forever in eternity

Apathetic crows swallow at the imminent dusk

As trees contemptuously grow and snow contemptuously falls

I wonder

Will there ever be life again

. . .

?

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