We can't move forward,
we can't go back..
From your reflection
I turn my neck..
My wings are rising to meet the dawn
How tantalising the night has gone!
I can't go forward! I can't go back..
My wings are snow-white
Your wings are black...
Oh, magic mirror , is it too late
To brake resistance? Don't hesitate!
We are a puzzle in the Game of Life..
You are my husband, I am your wife...
I am much older.You are too young!
But, I am bolder. Me - Yin, You - Yang !
P.S.Illustration: Hilma Af Klint"The Swan No.1",1915