In the land of thousand Haikus
We hop from one island to another
Swimming across the time and space.
We started running for the moment
Not for women, people or opponent
But for love, respect and commitment.
We dreamt of the free will
For that we honed our own skill
With Poetry, experience and travel-pill.
With stories from Germany to Jordan
Pulling ourselves from the domestic burden
Across the stars of Eilat until the Morning Sun.
The beautiful Sopot, we will ever cherish
Of the Bollywood Café and the people, so rich
For a while we asked the wanderlust heart to switch.
To find our soul’s calling in the words
A verse in the head first lingers
While we make the pen from our fingers.
With some Haikus and some mysteries
Just within our sweet mind territories
We make a thousand beautiful stories.