Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Sushama Karnik
Seasons
Aug 17, 2017
Tracks abandoned in the winter fog,
disbanded hopes, the lights shrunk,
woods run parallel as we walk.
Destination and destiny all alike
when fog erases the line between.
There is comfort in walking between the lines
reading arbitrary signs as if divine
in the stray glimmer of the neon lamps.
The road must lead and reach somewhere
but there is no hurry to reach anywhere.

Thank you for the image and inspiration +Souheil Ghammachi
Originally shared by Souheil Ghammachi
Loneliness does not come from having no people
around one, but from being unable to communicate
the things that seem important to oneself, or from
holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
~ Carl Jung
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2 comments:

  1. Sem Xtz16 August 2019 at 13:53

    Mergem împreună, Poezie...

    Noapte bună, dragă poetă! 😘 🌟

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