автор: Girasol

And so I`m back
From lands afar
Where people love
And talk,
And smile.
I`ve tasted lime
But honey-sweetened,
Crossed rivers,
Climbed mountains,
Run through fields.
I`ve seen a world,
Which lives forever,
Locked up but yet free,
Wise but yet simple.
It`s been ages since I started
To only find upon return
My shadow still trembling
On the piece of paper –
The eternal point of return.