The place you always go back to…is broken (poetic thought by GeorgeB)
The place you always go back to…is broken.
The place of no return…
The compass is broken,
The trail had been taken over by nature
And the moss is dead with thirst in the scorching rays of the desert sun.
The place where you try to go back to,
Left behind, in the memories of us.
You call on me to meet and search together for the place where we were once happy …but not anymore…
We have together lost our place of happiness…and never will we find it again: the spell has been…Broken.