Title: Where Roots Whisper is My

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Title: Where Roots Whisper is My

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Kasia Dominik

Title: Where Roots Whisper is My Home

My place smells of a green forest,

where trees whisper stories from centuries ago,

and the paths among the moss know my name.

There, time is not a stream –

it is the whisper of the wind – it tears off leaves

and carries them on, to distant lands..

In the mountains, where the sky touches the earth,

I become light as morning mist.

The air pulsates with the rhyme of life

and purifies what is unnecessary.

There, I feel complete, as if I were

a pure, eternal journey..

The lakes are the mirror of my soul,

calm and deep, filled with the echo of years

spent on the shore, where the song of reeds

tangles in the falling asleep day.

There, I stretch my arms towards the night..

And in the meadow – a blanket of poppies and cornflowers,

I lie down with my thoughts. I absorb the colors

in a thousand shades of red and blue.

There, everything is simple, like a child's dream

and in no hurry to move on.

It is there that I take root in the earth,

in my home. It is there that I am happy.

Kasia Dominik

(Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh