MY PARALLEL SELF
My parallel self
does not walk the noisy streets
where rage and panic are king and queen.
My parallel self
is not part of a never-ending routine
where days are counted
according to the morning pill box.
My parallel self
wanders BEYOND
where NATURE prevails
and micro- and macrocosms
are one in peace and harmony.
There butterflies flap their wings
in colourful bliss
and fruits hang for all
to pick and taste.
My parallel self inhabits
such a space, time no haste.
Black and Tan
Nettle Butterfly
Wild strawberries
The Admiral
Vanessa Atalanta
A big thanks to my friends Nadia Cella-Pop and Dragos Barbu.
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