From the cycle of “Bad Writers Society”

By Marsida T. Najdeni

Our Trip

With open arms,

I wait for you.

To take the world,

as it will come to us.

For there is only now

and, I am tired of the past.

 

Our days

My friend, my listener,

the passenger of my days,

come to me, let’s be.

To captivate your mind,

that is all I can ask for.

 

Knowing you

Do not tell anyone about us.

You are my secret,

my gem, my discovery.

I found you in the millions,

and millions of lost souls.

You said you were not lost,

nor you needed to be found,

I take pride in your excavation.

April 9, 2016.
(From the cycle of “Bad Writers Society”)

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