Us

Us

She’s waiting… but my paper is still blank
waiting for my thoughts, memories and dreams
that faded away like spring fog
and the echoes of nature are calling them back.

Blank papers – blank lives, is that all we got?
Blank papers – black notes, who said that?

I feel his soul and the colors of life in his eyes.
I can see a mind full of questions and doubts,
Looking for a way back to the long lost
childish dreams.
They are not childish anymore.
They are knocking at our door.

Blank paper – blank lives, is that all we got?
Look again. The fog is gone.

more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

Photograph by Roberto Taddeo

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