In thousands of miles of thoughts, I’ve walked
To meet the joy, the laugh, the cry,
To reach the sense of world. But why
Did definitions keep me blocked?
In thousands of miles of dreams, I’ve burnt
In rumble, silence of my heart,
To reach the peace, to find my grant,
On my own way, on my own sand.
The deepest sense of life still looking
To eyes of wondering, grave, wee,
It taught in time The Smile is Me,
The answer of my walk and dreaming
© Simona Prilogan