
Have I ever wondered about the speed of events succession
And the rapid stream my thoughts follow
While I’m awake?
Is the grass in the field really made of blades that
Swing to the slow rhythm of my thoughts
When I’m asleep?
If I stand on the mountain top,
Supposing I can ever reach that once more,
Will I see the treetops bending in the wind
That refreshes my thoughts?
Or the dry yellow grass burnt by summer sun
Trembling in that same wind
That stings my eyes and makes me cry?
© soulmary, 2025
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Today, I spent time at the beach and I thought of the mountains. My favourite mountains, where I’ve found so much inspiration, serenity and beauty. And then, I came home, had a coffee and checked the poetry prompts. Wow, here is one that brought back the picture of the dry yellow grass just under Vihren Peak. Windblown, indeed. Yay, long live the Ragtag Daily Prompt!
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