Two rows of flowers
delimiting the path
in which I've been directed.
Lilies, then tulips, roses,
camellias and cyclamens.
So I follow and gaze
from left to right
until the coloured petals disappear.
Now before me
a small pond,
lotus flowers covering its surface.
YOU ARE READING
He was walking in a forest
Poesiaa collections of poems, about nature, calmness and tranquillity. This is a collection of poems about wanting to travel the world, finding your safe space embedded by boundless nature but also about finding the truth about yourself and kind but tragi...
