River by the slope,
Trees by the water,
Clouds by the mountain,
Everlasting it seemed it was.
Eventually it grew apart,
Only a distant touch,
Alone for time,
Beauty in trice.
Like the love I feel,
This story lives in me,
For I am the scenery,
In the unreachable time.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
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