Shots From A Far City
- Tuesday 23 June 2020
We had to grow up somewhere; in the heart, at a mulberry tree, or between sunflowers, but we forgot all of that and just remembered the date of the last train trip.
We are unable to throw ourselves with stones, so we are satisfied with its beauty.
We allowed the roads to take us to the infinity, neither we returned back, nor they told us where the end is.
Our thoughts embrace under the waves and dispersed above them.
They are afraid of others eyes that would take away their warmness.
Shadows become bigger, live, become free, breathe under one sky, and their owners have been in their place for years.