STOPHERE📍

pinterest.ch The sun poured its light From a gap in the curtain Blown gently aside By, the movement of air coming in From an open window A soft-scented breeze Permeated through the air Rising, from flower beds And seeping into the room Filling it with sweet aromas That touched the woman emotionally As she sat Lost in her own, private thoughts She turned her head toward the sweet-smelling fragrance Smiling at the benevolence Of an innocent intrusion She was then, magically transported Off to some mystical land Of a forgotten fantasy In her mind’s eye Many visions now filled her head As the myriad of scents Each one brings new inspiration And creativity in words for her book She now turned to face the sun Slightly squinting her beautiful eyes Against the brilliant light It was a glorious day outside Distant sounds could be heard From the busy streets She momentarily listened As if to hear her name being called By some unheard voice lost in a crowd of language But the voice

Cognito Mundi                                                     A calm ship sails on raging seas Forest on fire stands a lone tree We do not care for what we do not see Like vultures at a bountiful feed Find a key in the swirling sands To the desolate stretches of the mind ☣️ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

                                                              weheartit.com   It started all over again I have to see why you don’t understand. I took a swear and vow To defend the land you know I will return I promise you This will happen we always knew   No! Tears darling no tears Listen to me dear Please baby don’t cry   📯 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND