In the never-ending circle
Lights appear and extinguish,
Thoughts are melting down softly,
Heights can’t ever be diminished.
Wind is talking in the treetops,
Water hides glassy reflections…
Thousand miles is down beneath us
In slightly intricate perceptions.
Imagination starts to show me
Something I never could envisage…
I’ve never felt in there so lonely,
I’ve never counted subtle minutes.
And in this strange recurring journey
The walls are opened to a hollow…
And there is a secret pathway
We will never start to follow.
Circle
© Copyright: Ольга Вахтина, 2016
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