MY WALNUT

I shot the walnut in my garden, in my childhood house, by my bedroom’s window.
First one was in summer, second one in winter, the last one just before I moved…
I saw it billion times, at each time I looked at my window.

I shot the walnut in my garden, in my childhood house, by my bedroom’s window.
First one was in summer, second one in winter, the last one just before I moved…
I saw it billion times, at each time I looked at my window.