I left the feeling they call love.
I refrain from asking my heart how it is doing.
I left it to float in the ocean of an abandoned desert.
A desert where the scorching heat of the sun left it dry of any emotions.
Is there any spring of water here where I could quench my thirst?
Or will there be somewhere along the way, someone whose shade I will find coolness under?
I ask the wrong questions I think.
How about; will this lost soul wandering in the desert find me?
Will he find the coolness I can provide him with?
The man I see as my shadow?
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
You Who Knows Least
ΠοίησηA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
