While conversing with him, you get the sense
that nothing matters, only the road ahead.
No matter the obstacles or challenges,
they won't ruin or define the day.
This unpredictability brings a sense of mystery,
even if we set out a clear schedule at dawn.
There is plenty of flexibility in the surroundings -
hiding spots and open spaces.
Anything can be a source of
lack of inspiration or a pure blessing,
depending on how one appreciates it.
The ultimate destination is still unknown,
hidden beneath various footprints
and reliant on the day and others.
The things that matter were always there.
They hid in genes and jeans,
carried away by the wind.
Future generations will uncover their secret meanings.
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Thank you for reading!
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Comments (3)
Superbly written!!! Love your inspirational poem!!!
this is so uplifting, i love this line The things that matter were always there.
I love your poem Maggie. The way you describe the journey, with its challenges and hidden treasures, resonates deeply. Well done!