".. to make sure none followed where you led
I used my hair to cover our tracks.
sun set on the island of our bed
and we were beached there, in tangles of flicker,
candles whispering at our driftwood backs.
your eyes above me
afraid of the promises I might keep
regretting the truth we did say
less than the lie we didn’t
I went in deep, I went in deep
to fight the past for you.
now we both know
sorrows are the seeds of loving.
now we both know I will live and
I will die for this love. "
By Gregory David Roberts "Shantaram"
Sent by Iuliia Khomina