A path made of stories:
A path made of stories
Will remember our steps
While I say thank you
As every castle is in ruins
And my soul knows your soul
Is calm and warm.
There's an endless conversation
wherever the masks fall,
wherever the masks fall,
Legends claim it's admiration
Unfold as thousand words
Flowing through unseen smiles
Remember
A home is not a place
But an attentive listening
Oblivious when time is awaiting
On the other side
And a gentle touch
And a heart to share
And a hug to rest in.
A path made of stories by Marta Roussel Perla is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://martarousselperla.blogspot.com/.
