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!
