Our spirits wander round the world
Like lost wayfarers
And we are determined to find something
That we don't know yet
But our souls strive for it.
A happy place
With calming atmosphere
Where we can learn the language of our mind
To finally understand the inner self
To move forward
And begin the infinite travel to our destiny.
Yet we still are blindfolded
Because we go where our soul tells us
We can feel it
And we believe it.
One day time comes, when we sit in silence
Breathe to the rhythm of heartbeats
And ask ourselves
"Is there somewhere my own happy place?".
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
