The
day is stretching long
Like
an endless metro line,
I
traveled to you yesterday
Today
again alone
Behind
the mirror
Under
blankets,
Covered
with little emptiness
With
cotton of longing,
With
sweet desire for
Something
unknown –
The
river of life is flowing
To
the north,
But
why I still walk to south
Again
and again I return
To
find my hidden sound of Self.
nina nour *
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