Does my soul stay
When I don't look the same?
Is it my turn to say
Red velvet reminds me
Of the Plague.
Old fashioned
Country town
Windy rocky road
Where does it go?
Trees gather leaves
And lupins blossom
After storms
Forty nights
In a treasure cave
Film stars
Canvases
Blank when they
Never change.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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