the way

The road

It is a long highway

Trees on both sides.

I walk

No cars or busses my way

The road seems never-ending

Will I find

My approach to the little cottage

Also, happiness.

A vista opens

A warm summer day

With my tribe

We understood the unsaid.

They look at me

From a hazy distance

Moreover, ask

What took you so long.

 

◄ the king

a beach in cascais ►

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Ruth O'Reilly

Sat 17th Aug 2019 11:23

I could really imagine the scenes you set, good poem

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