No need for roads,
when the mind unrolls its map-
inked in memory,
coloured by dreams.
Mountains rise in quiet questions,
oceans stir with what-ifs,
and stars blink like forgotten ideas
waiting to be named.
......
No need for roads,
when the mind unrolls its map-
inked in memory,
coloured by dreams.
Mountains rise in quiet questions,
oceans stir with what-ifs,
and stars blink like forgotten ideas
waiting to be named.
......