Walking down the path in a mysterious jungle
Smell the air on the wet ground, hiding behind the green trees
I heard you say the same sentence as finding my way home
Where am I stuck in an empty space, touching the darkness without tears
Sounds of nature keeps calling from a distance
Drawing the silent mind of my soul in the crowd to dance
Breathing in every dream to see the same light completely
Where am I, who keeps calling memory brightly
The furthest point of beauty has ever been described
A million beautiful poems have ever been dreamed of
The stage of the most luxurious life has ever been played
Darkness of the deepest chasm has also been touched
The mountain whispered to me
Calling me to the highest land
The forest shadow smiled at me
Bringing my soul to a mysterious land
The falling leaves sweeps over my face, back to the no-man's island
Reminds me of a place where I stand
About the Creator
E. NATASHA
I'm writer/author/ghost writer based in Bali, Indonesia. I love traveling, diving, mountains & photography. My principle,"Life is not just for breathing!" My email : [email protected] , happy to share :)
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