as the glaciers burned
and the rivers cried
in the purple mist
is it you who appeared
after walking many miles
you must have a story to tell
talking to the wind
drinking from the wishing well
come with me to the banks of the river
please look away
when i look into your eyes
and the sun sets today
another day
another dream
another lifetime
of not saying what we mean
Photo by Bjørn Tore Økland on Unsplash
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What a gorgeous mystical piece, Sobhana. I love the idea of the traveller who must have a story to tell, and the dreams and lifetimes of not speaking our hearts.
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Thank you, Steve…I wonder what the state of the world will be if we made the choice to speak what’s in our hearts.
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