The wind blows
where does it go
nobody can know.
The river’s flow
topples like dominoes
through the meadow.
Out the window
of the small chateau
grows
an old willow.
The wind blows
where does it go
nobody can know.
The river’s flow
topples like dominoes
through the meadow.
Out the window
of the small chateau
grows
an old willow.