Journey Poem by Marko Lakovic

Red land soft and moist,
prettiest place I haven’t seen,
walk slowly round red land,
sow the beauty,
taste it to!

Then I move true rough terrain,
I need to climb,
I need to watch not to fell
and then I sow…
two identical mountains,
like two flowers they stretch to the sky,
climb them bought,
on the top I left some kisses!

I move over endless flat land,
waiting, watching to see…
what I have been told there need to be.
Amazonian forest!
Amazonian beauty!
Start of the journey!