Your eyes see your own reflection Ears listen for the sound of your echo One built up a wall The other fortified it with mortar And yet the gust of a memory Scatters the gravel away Like white memories on dark days They escape from one fire But another devours them Here you are on the blue mountain Halfway up, halfway down Pulling on invisible hands looking out to sea Holding onto misplaced gods And what your life might have been- Nausher photo copyright © Nausher Banaji 2015. model: Lorea McFarlen via http://bit.ly/1IxLofS
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