Road

The road extends to infinity
the flowers are endless
the smells are in the wind
we're standing upright
looking at the snow in the mountains
you saw all the places
where our footprints have gone
the road is too long for those who are not prepared
if we stop
the sun will disappear
the flowers will be stunned
the smells will evaporate
the snow will melt
waters will flow into your arms
we will continue, not knowing
That the road ends in your hands.

by Mihailo Sviderski

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Eternal flowers of wisdom are endless and eternal road is infinite. A deeply philosophical poem is very well penned....10