Me and You as walking
As loosing ourself.
Turning less the head back,
More often the glance comes ahead.
Escaping from all of them,
Running away from us again.
The white of this desolation,
Makes more simple than allways,
For the hand to touch the earth.
And as this salt comes in my mouth,
You really have to shout it out,
About our imperfection. But
Through this isolation,
We'll find our true immagination.
There's no desert infero for us,
We'll not burn for our sin,
Just dieing for it.
Never go back, don't search for black
It's You and I, lost for ever.
|| Published With The Photo " You and I, Lost For Ever" on Flickr
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