Bewildered
by the vast white, you are fencing the walls of my heart; you watch its beats
synchronized by yours "How could be?" yelling thy shivering voice.
"Telepathy" brings the unsatisfactory answer yearning for more. The
questions raise themselves in a wonderful cycle: I am but these very questions
blown by a human soul to ask for more evermore. They soar so high touching the unknown
areas of the eternity corners then all of a sudden they fall apart seeking a
lurking place to jump.
Imad Theeb, Syria
