Saturday, December 5, 2015

Lost and found

Seasons change in this loop of life, countless processes taking place simultaneously in this luscious world of mine. In every new cycle I tune my senses, sharpen them a tad more, I perceive and learn, so there’s more of me to give. Curiosity is chasing, sweeping the horizon for an isle… the isle of you;)

This world is enlarged with the causality of your interaction with me, us – made from same fabric. And this soul of mine is your lost and found. So that I can open my eyes, and belong yet again. For I no longer dream in a deep sleep, I only live in magic of old.

My shadow tells stories of a world shaped by a woman… defeated, speechless, voiceless – that can never be me!

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