Your hands are veiled within a seagull's snow-white wings.
little cold, very white, faintly magical...
Like the pink of a daffodil blushing in the autumn sun.
When I reach for you, it is a sign, a message of an endless
journey. I fear touching your hands, lest I forget my past.
With you, every path is full of surprises.
With you there is hope, joy, peace, but inside there is also
much anger.
Our guide is a broken compass.
With burdens like forty camel ...