forests remain, farther and farther away from us.
only streets, houses
accompany me
like a fingernail on an exhausted hand
wherever i might stop, everywhere,
pain is my compass
always, along this way
forever unwalked
given back to me
the scent of roses in the garden
the waters flooded long ago, belated
tenderness, time
besieged by
time
everything goes by so easily.
life. so easily
was i
forgotten
Andrei Zanca from My Cup of Light
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
forests remain, farther and farther away from us.
only streets, houses
accompany me
like a fingernail on an exhausted hand
wherever i might stop, everywhere,
pain is my compass
always, along this way
forever unwalked
given back to me
the scent of roses in the garden
the waters flooded long ago, belated
tenderness, time
besieged by
time
everything goes by so easily.
life. so easily
was i
forgotten
Andrei Zanca from My Cup of Light
