Into the wild,
she stepped whispering ,
and old trees closed its shadowy wings
smelling the sent of a jasmine .
Before her,
the endlessness lifted her arms,
as she reached for the moon,
that never forgets .
The hours of the slow rising sun
turned into a lovely dream.
The strangeness of a simple “get away”
carried her like a traveler above the stars,..
behind the valley of a child ,..
as fast as the heart beats of wonder,
as long as eternity,
soundless as silence ,
yet as loud as a symphony .
The pearls of a young grass
in her loose hair,
danced with an early birds song of her soul
to where she belongs.
biljanazovkic 