Introspection -2-

How many corridor views

I could imagine and see

How many ways and stations,

And turns in shadows

In a distant highways,

I walked on a dusty roads,

Where many steps in black

And white I could follow,

But I choose myself, flying

In my tiny ballerina shows "

Just dancing in the air of hope,

Without to find the real you…

How many roads with flat and

Shining pavement of stones

I walked " to see unique crowds

Dressed in elegant fashion coats,

In grey, red and beige "

But I just turned away to the bridge

Just to follow myself, in my so

Old fashioned childish tutu dress.

without to find the real me...

How many forest paths, covered

With mud and thorns and rose hips

I had to view, to search,

But roaming in myself,

In my only body, my own legs,

My own arms, my own breasts,

My own face, my own eyes

I finally found you "

Your unique self "

Waving to me from

The other shore…

- nour -

   June-013

Introspection -1-

Introspection of time,

floating gracefully 

Until the dawn 

Until the moon rise,

Until the star fall,

until my dream light

appear in the orange 

bright passion glow

of your eyes

eternity is there

in your warming arms!

-nour-

June-013

    

Quotes I love ♥ “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore" 

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