Dear Margherita....
Such words can only come from that inner cell, we call our soul,,,,our nucleous of existance which defines our uniqueness as individual,,,as a thumbrint....
Such reflection,,,,reminded me of this lovely picture ...to me,,,reflects,,one natural source..looking and gazing at another.....
It is called "Wishing Pool"
TaoSeeker
A poet must reach out and blow winds of inspiration, and imagination; into the echoed thoughts, of her reader's most secret, inner voice.
Author: D.D.Sonnenburg
The Hands of Time-Book-1(2000)