Page 64 - Litterateur March 2021

THE MEMORY IS

STILL ALIVE

An unknown road is

calling you,
the reflection of the sky
from country to country,

on the most beautiful
from place to place.
waterfalls.
How many sighs
And a living memory
did you leave on those
doesn't give you peace!
quays,
There is no such thing
how many tears
in the city of your youth.
you shed on those
And you admire those
bridges,
beauties,
as you wander the world
in short,
looking for your place,
then you start the engine
a place similar to the one
and continue the journey
you left behind
without any joy.
a long time ago?
Are there any alleys
You think you left it,
with bloodied centuries-
but it's wandering around
old houses anywhere,
with you.
the cobblestones echoing
You admire natural
from your footsteps,
wonders,

forests, cliffs,

sunsets behind

the mountain massifs,