Looking From The Montain Top - Poem by Vida Nenadic
While I was in the valley
I was looking towards the mountain.
From the mountain top
I was always able to see more.
By looking at all the sides of the valley
I felt the winter.
Then I realized
there was nothing with deeper roots
and nothing heavier than the soul.
to free our soul.
And to remove the rocks,
that are pressing our hearts.
The rocks between you and me…
And the rocks within I cannot see…
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