Ghosts from the Past

Standing without a face, just a reflection of time.
Speaking without A voice, just with the whisper of the wind.
We hear without Hears, just by the sound of the Passing seasons.
We sense our arms move by a tender breeze but we can never touch it.

We doomed to live here, In the middle of nowhere.
doomed to see the Beauty, and not to be part of of it.
doomed to see the pain, without a chance make a change.
We doomed to live, never to dye.

Without a face just a reflection, We stand tall and high.
facing everything with no pain.
We're A ghosts from the past Wishing to fade away.
To feel life, To feel pain, To feel beauty, To hear and smell.
We wish to be a form of the living existence and then to dye.
To know we've been apart of this place and not just A ghosts from the past.

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the shot was taken in the middle of the Arava Road on the way to Eilat, south part of Israel.
this road is full with mountains, dead trees and a lot of sand.
it was amazing to see those trees inside A pond of water standing naked together.
for me it was like A group of ghosts from the past waiting to grow again, to see again and to be seen again.


Nadav Dov