Wednesday 13 July 2016

Hurricane

In a whirlwind of thoughts,
I look for the door
to the Wonderland kingdom.
I cannot go through the looking glass,
as i am a bit overweight,
i carry on my shoulders
the heaviness of an entire generation.
Let's meet there
where the Silence is golden,
and the Sun is not a star,
but a start
for the Journey to myself.

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