At the core of your being

Last night
I slept in the Danube`s belly…
The waves were ticklish
Like the touch of your hand on my melted skin.
The rocking gait of my ship was reflecting my being
In the mirror of an untouchable dreamland
Full of echoes put down from wish…
For your presence…
I felt like at the entrances of your being
Where I reside in safety and comfort
Where the journey and the harbor
Are co-existing in the same place…Home!

(©LiterAnART 2015)



Festivalul ”Descopera-l pe Enescu” 2015

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