Everyone is getting older Step by step I feel Looking afar behind my shoulder Is this time for real? Dreams are always locking the way Nothing to return to Here comes yet another day Both for me and you
Everyone has words to tell Their thoughts in saying We are in this moment's spell Every departure weighing Anything you do is of past In its onward going Hoping it will for sometime last Though not really knowing
Everyone is just like me Whishing for their dream to stand We have ways and liberty Each at our moment’s command Yesterdays were once in flowers Seed by seed they’d grow Now we have this morning showers Where shall the future go?
I look at this and all that stuff rusting looks like it could be a turtle, I can see its head, eye, the shell, and the flipper. I really like this picture, thank you for sharing.
Stunning work! I love the fragmentation of the cracked earth and decayed oil drum! (oil drum? looks like it was... am guessing from the round patch you toppled it over?) Definitely going in my favourites!
It is Mesmerizing in a many point of views. The orange leaves looks like a fallen soldier, crumbling on an endless desert. Next to a dried up water pool. Truly a show of connection of survival before death.
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