A Refuge of Stone and Ink

Yasour: “Like an innocent child picking up pebbles from the wilderness, like a wild cat searching for shelter… like a stranger singing beneath the shade of a tree… My steps are lost in the crowded expanse; I touch the warmth in the silence of stones and seek refuge in the shade so the echo will not flee from me. I search for a roof of tenderness, for a small homeland that resembles safety… Show me…”