It is a special place
Where it gets really quiet
Everything stops
And for a moment
I get suspended in ecstasy
In the infinite power of a second
And then I let everything go
And I empty myself
In that quiet place
Of the mind, the body
And soul...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
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