PRISCA A POEM WRITTEN IN THE MORNING WAITING FOR THE CAR TO GO TO 05 06 LAV.9 from Rajkot.
INDIA
the path of life;
SOMETIMES climbs seem to never end BUT YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE MOUNTAINS WHERE THERE SALTS DOWN AND YOU CAN LOOK BACK TO SEE HOW MUCH YOU HAVE DONE THE ROAD BUT NEVER TO REDO THE SAME STEPS.
MANY FRIENDS YOU LOST on that path and I believe they were too strong for you.
BUT THE MOUNTAINS MAKES YOU SEE THE TOP OF THE MORNING ONLY WHEN YOUR MIND CAN SEE THE TOP OF THE NEAR FUTURE.
francesco f
