« Words full of truth
in a world full of losts
The dust of my thoughts
feeds the lost of your feet
All these blind streps tell the tale of mankind
of these Wanderlust hosts,
on our wonderful earth:
while waves after waves
Of a quest out of ways
Washes directions away,
that wind of wise man
whispers into silence it’s trust:
the more you hold
the less you get
the time you quest
Time flys away
And you’ll be bold
from flesh to ash
a walking death.
People run
Never rest
Their quest
Never done
So take deeply
That breath
Of the moment
Just inhale
the present
And Rest
For it seems
the wonders
the questions
the air for your chest
the beauty of dreams
You are craving for
All that you won’t find outside
but in your own raving heart »
aquarelle lyrique sur papier
30 x 20 x 30 cm
15€