All night I hear
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to save myself in hindsight,
where all I see is the absence of me.
Where all I hear is your voice…
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to save myself in hindsight,
where all I see is the absence of me.
Where all I hear is your voice…
![FONTAINE DU GRAND PALAIS, PARIS, 1962
CLERGUE, LUCIEN (Born 1934) [+]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m168rn2lvy1qahuhjo1_r1_1280.jpg)


