Still

just by looking at this photograph… imagine that Xena makes read what she wrote in Gab… that will give that:

Still so much of poetry

I will never have enough my life

so much of things has to write

all these words to be retained

still so much of poem

or the words are never the same

ones so much of parchments

to express the love which is mine

I am not perfect

I do not have the heart of a poet

but I make a promise

you are my only richness.

Chantal.