Our various landscapes


We have different landscapes in our
souls, you and I; never see the same.
Sand slipping through fingers is only
something symbolic to me, I’ve never
experienced such. And a desert is also
something figurative to me, only a word
for emotions like feeling “lost” or “lonely”.
I’ve never felt its dryness or its heat or its
cold, never its beauty. But I got to know it
through you. You’ve in turn never seen my
landscapes with mysterious fairy forests or
the sudden glades showing sunny glittering
and enchanting lakes; nor have you walked
lush green and flowering meadows where
lovers find paths making the dreams true.
But you wanted to. And I wanted you to.

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