Making a journey...like making a time...

Making a journey
Is like making a time...
me feels
Hearing the slow soft rhythmic lines
Getting written somewhere onto papers...white...
As if me is going to the land of delight...

Making a journey
Is like making the travel fine
Within...like golden days...
deep where lies the blessed...
Soul the Best...

Making a journey
Through the city
Specially at morn
While going to work
Is like catching storks
At the river
Flying around...
Searching life...
As white arrows shooting up...
Gliding...

Making a journey
By the field so sublime
Like youthful dream
Spirited
Is like never arriving late
To catch the Happy lines...
As they by beauty shine
On painted trees...
On statues towards the Sun as they stand freezed...
On the stream flowing under the bridge...