Dream of Absence
Yellow trees, yellow signs,
yellow moon. The figure
slowly turning in place.
I can see you
from my balcony. You are there
standing tall. What place is this?
The fog obscures
our bodies and our faces.
Yellow trees, yellow signs,
yellow moon. The figure
slowly turning in place.
I can see you
from my balcony. You are there
standing tall. What place is this?
The fog obscures
our bodies and our faces.
BEauty in the strange world