The roads I walk separate me from events
the path to follow
is the one that separates me from the meaning of events
then
I stopped talking to the birds about flying
only then
I started talking with flying about birds
enlightened by age
wisdom becomes a good friend
of my soul
I am waiting that the pure dawn
chase away
my last fears
to forget the confused look
of the one that stopped me
on the street to ask me
how old I was
to forget those eyes
in which the flames of two candles
were flickering
in search of a place
where they can die out
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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