Somewhere in time
My so favourite herbs.
The meadows painted by the delicate flowers of my beloved thyme.
And the sun burns, and I see dimly, from happiness and love.
I dance and run and I am thinking about you again.
I don’t know what time we are in. Before or after now?
But I am in love with you again
And where are you?
Are you an eternal image in my mind?
Are you real, or I am delusional…
Copyright © Albena Yordanova | Year Posted 2024
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