alev.adil: in passing
alev.adil: dream landscapes
alev.adil: reveries
alev.adil: it must be real
alev.adil: i feel this within me
alev.adil: misunderstanding is easy
alev.adil: but i feel you in me
alev.adil: of course it looks ugly
alev.adil: an ideal of peace
alev.adil: a lone tree
alev.adil: churned and flooded
alev.adil: a battle field perhaps
alev.adil: iron bridge
alev.adil: fretwork
alev.adil: geometries and perspectives
alev.adil: haunted
alev.adil: or is it me?
alev.adil: reflected in the landscape
alev.adil: leaving is much easier
alev.adil: a glimpse of water
alev.adil: through the trees
alev.adil: lean
alev.adil: across the fields the motorway
alev.adil: the present is a blur
alev.adil: passing through
alev.adil: nothing is still
alev.adil: summer's gold has been shorn
alev.adil: after the harvest
alev.adil: blur
alev.adil: england glides past my window