The path
I have chosen the one with no return
My path
between winter and spring
I hide
by the last splinters of the sharp wind
I leave behind
sculpted faces and events
in the ice and in the void of time
I see ahead
how the rivers of flowers flow
in the wide smile of life
from all the places
I could have searched for you
I am here
caught in a whirlwind
with no meaning
surrounding me
with mystery and secrets
from all the paths
I have chosen the one with no return
in a hallucinating story
after me
unknown faces remain
and in front of me shadows and doubts
disoriented I understand
that the path
has chosen me
About the Creator
Mihai Brinas
Mihai is the author of five collections of poems. Invitation to Poetry, Alignment of Thoughts, Crossroads, Thoughts That Bring Us Closer, and Connections.
Mihai keeps on writing while still believing in the power of honesty and love.
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