Bogdana Gageanu
The house of the monk
Far away ,you could see a small
house
Under a darkened sky.
A simple house ,made of wood
Made for a simple man.
It was the house of a monk
Who was not afraid of loneliness.
He was living far away of people
Just him and God.
He was talking to the dark clouds
He
was never complaining about rain.
For the first time,nature had a
friend
Who accepted all her naughty shades.
Bogdana Găgeanu
Romania
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