The distance

                        

 The distance

He was always dreaming of the ocean.

The smell, the color, the waves.

No more grass and cliffs and animals.

Only the sea.

His voice would sound aloud

All over.

And his mother happy would be waving to him.

New world would be ahead.

America, Australia, golden India.

Storms would be nothing to him.

He had made the proverb

A prayer

A blind hope

‘’Behind every cloud there is a silver lining’’.

The problem was just to get

To the sea.

                                                  Iris Verina