Tie a string of words for me
to cast across the River
Another string, a rope or three,
these words are sentenced and hang between
Tie the strings together now
with paragraphs; a page is filled
The ropes into patterns merge
and a story becomes clear
These words are true, but rearranged
to tell of deeper faith
The Story does not ask who listens
yet every time it's told~
another string of words is tied
and that is how this Bridge is formed.
~16 June, Sarajevo
This wasn't my first coffee in Sarajevo,
but it was the most beautiful.
So far.
but it was the most beautiful.
So far.
22.00
16 June 2010
16 June 2010
Baščaršija
~*~
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