manandezo
7 лет назадGreen Paths of Hope (An Original Poem)
Green roads, natural streets,
through them I walk feeling
the wind blowing in my face.
There is no one on this live path,
of ehuberant nature.
The road is mine alone.
Some steps on this soft rug,
some delicate moments
in this loving natural embrace
redo my energy,
prepare myself for the future,
and leaves me agonizing to know
what is the next path,
the path I will walk tomorrow.
Certainly, I will go through it,
I'll live another moment,
and I'll be happy in this constant
search of the plenitude in me.
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Author: @manandezo