The evening
gets into a trance
with the beauty of
wandering white clouds.
And without looking at
the nest of colours
that the sun makes
in the disappearing sky,
the moon-flower blossoms
as bright white light...
,..
An unwritten story
is wandering
amidst the
written stories...
,..
A word's journey
starts in its meaning
and ends
with its interpretation...
,..
1 comment:
Very nice.. and your choice of titles too wonderful.. :)
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