Feeling again against the Wind

against-windI seem to still be in that room of imagination -almost empty- where the upwind echo of my thought will pursue, that hums of dreams, fears, tears, joys and memories. A strange vision of a Sherazade that wandering in the room,  constructs with the power of silent words, thousands lives, infinite possibilities which are reflected in the balance of an aqueous surface of a night that has yet to become dawn.

It’s a need of spaces, rather than time, to be built with steps that I still can’t see. A long wait if you choose to look at it from a distance, a promise of magic if you look forward, and a song of this eternal present that is my moment now.

Feeling like against the Wind…

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About Odile Milton

I travel through words whenever possible. Odile Milton is my signature on the web as I wanted an alter ego to indicate only my writings and works, not my personal life. Odile like the dancer in black swan, and Milton from the novel An old-fashioned girl. View all posts by Odile Milton

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