The dust sweeps powder in our eyes
Gives us love in the sky .
I fall to the ground
I'm drowning,I’m choking
I fall
I do not know what to do.
What's left of me?
A footprint ...
It is like a mark .
It does not erase
Should we mourn a deleted trace ?
It is like a mark .
It does not erase
Should we mourn a deleted trace ?
Human footprints give us a trace that embodies a face.
Like a Virgin
with golden flashes
The whiteness in our heart.
The whiteness in our heart.
Animal footprints....
Can an animal rememember its family? Its legacy?
Human footprints make ancestors alive again
with no capital
letters,
Amid living people.
Amid living people.
Lecomte Sarah AND Lecomte François
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