How does the lyric go? How does the river flow?
How does the world turn? What is right and what is wrong?
It was way in the beginning when the birdies started singing
It was well before my life that the trees and shrugs arrived
If my thinking's somewhat right, if my heart's somewhat alive
If my longing's big enough, will I then be quite enough?
And when sun has already set and the moon has shown its grace
And when light has turned to dark, will the answers then arrive?
At the end of this long road, at the tunnel toward nowhere
At the start or finish line, lies the stillness so deep inside.
While the lyric has no meaning, while the river simply is
While the world keeps on revolving, truth is neither right nor wrong.
Irina, your words and poems are filled with such longing and sometimes angst. If your serious about publishing them, you might consider doing it yourself as an e book. Google "how to self publish on Amazon" and you'll see how to get started. This way, there is no start up cost etc etc and then people would just download them!!!
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