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What you are
Is not what you are becoming
There is a gap
Filled with the present
Which is a fog
Of unthinkable uncertainty
Consuming your mind
You walk through time
The road is jammed
With memories
Leading to a past
Blurring the future
You move with caution
Avoiding a wrong step
It’s a forest
You cannot cross
Do you need to?
Is somebody waiting there?
Perhaps he stumbles too
In the bed of autumn leaves
Life can be so distant
Like the moon in the sky
It’s frightening
To wait for so long
And never arrive
Where your kiss is needed
Your soul burns
Its ashes reach him
In Heaven
To which you both belong
That’s what we all become
While waiting
Copyright © Lidia Hristeva | Year Posted 2025
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