I know nothing about you,
but in the breath of the wind there are stories to be read.
Immense emptiness, like the sky without a horizon,
who are you after all?
I know very little,
but in each silence I discover an echo.
Leaf without a name,
the wind carries away the mystery, who writes the end?
Nothing and everything,
between shadows and lights, to be or not to be.







Ooh, I like this a lot! I miss reading lists. This would be in mine now!
Thank you!
Brilliantly penned, PAR. Fantastic job my friend, really dig this a lot. Great title as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my dear friend.
Wonderfully said and well executed. Great piece!
Thre are still one million stories to be told.