Within my emotional vineyard, I picked from the grapes of hypothetical ambitions, in hopes that my energies would renew natural expeditions!

i noticed alongside the way, clouds that disappeared into the grey.

(foreign vegetables soon on display !)

thus:

if any of our seeds could celebrate

the vessels in which they would impregnate

we could then be filled with the proper room and fate : to become trees that photosynthetically create!

but when silence, whispers in tongues unknown

the loudest conclusion summons the flagstone :

vineyards of emotional delegation, heightening me towards the most fruitful cultivation!