Remember the flowers
with nameless existence
and the shade of kindness
in which we found hope
in our self
and in this world.
Remember why
we forgot sometimes
where we are headed.
Because we had nothing to find,
nothing to gain,
no one to wait for us
at the end of this road.
But now that we are here.
Now that you have finally reached your home.
I want you to turn around
I want you to lie.
I want you to say
that probably we are lost.
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Lovely insight. Great read. π
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beautiful expression!!!!
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There is fun in not finding home, to be lost.
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Beautiful.πΈ
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beautiful
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Nothing to find, nothing to gain… but having reached “home” let us lie that we are lost. Amazingly deep.
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heart touching beautiful lines
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