REFLECTIONS © 2011

Sometimes I forget who I am!

In the sound of instruments,

In the chirping of birds, in the roar of the lion,

And in the blood that pulses in my heart.

I lose myself in the voices of the world,

In the currents of time that drag me,

But something calls me, deep,

A truth that embraces me.

And what makes me live fully is knowing

That there is someone who will never forget,

This solitary, tearful gaze,

That one day unraveled into an emigrant.

Always, always far away,

But never intimately absent,

Always, always near, by the side,

Of the one who will always love, silently.

And in this silence, love endures,

Strong as the wind, invisible to the eye,

Even from a distance, it persists,

For there are hearts that know how to wait.

The emigrant may depart, but love,

That, will never cease to exist.

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