My moments with bare steps
are lost in the sky.
The garden of the world is small
and my loneliness is infinite.
The rain sings with loose hair
and the trees opened their eyes
to know themselves.
I know them inside
and inside they think of me
in me they last
and the wind passes through them
and the flowers kneel.
That's how time goes
like silence in stone
to something that has no beginning
to something that has no end.
photo jusko, https://pixabay.com





























