BiH
author: Monica Morgan alan…..Distances…….
Gazing into the distance,
breathing in the freshness of this now,
I wander sometimes
carried away by the breezes of memory,
on the waves of dreams,
into that which has no name of its own…
Whether the past or the future,
it doesn’t matter…
Stop me a moment
what about the rock of the mind throws,
breaks, breaks my ego,
in countless pieces…
I pick up each one carefully, so
I put together a mosaic
along the shore of the soul,
what about his paths
bring me back
to myself,
in the chambers of my heart
where all the answers lie,
in the chambers of my interior
I know, “distances” are the shortest way
to your own soul…
author: Monica Morgan alan
