A Poem from the Book:
“The Amber Shell of Self ” ( a book of 114 poems)
for Jill Burberry
I am a traveller in my soul,
And the World is standing still,
Counting the steps of Time.
I am Time
And I pass through the World,
Looking at stars and ashes,
at clouds and deserts,
at birds and leaves,
at people and horizons.
I am a traveller in my soul,
And I pass above the World,
Seeing and hearing
dreams and songs,
agonies and hopes,
praises and despairs,
cradles and tears,
coffins and smiles.
I am a traveller in my soul,
And free from all belongings:
Nowhere I belong,
I am Time,
I am Freedom.
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