
Tomorrow,
in the breeze.
With a poet’s flare
and a soul’s thirst to bare.
I travel.
Bathing in the light
and carrying with me –
no more than this solitary heart.
Life rests in every step.

Tomorrow,
in the breeze.
With a poet’s flare
and a soul’s thirst to bare.
I travel.
Bathing in the light
and carrying with me –
no more than this solitary heart.
Life rests in every step.