Random Thoughts #5

Slant rays through the window,
Browns were never so gold,
Dust hangs, lost, creasing air,
Too timid to settle below.

Gravid silence waits,
perplexed; in shades, a glint.
The faded thyme suggests ….
With sighs, the bemoaner hopes.

Manjishtha

6th April, 2017

 

Image Courtesy:

A portrait a day : Yevgenia Watts

https://www.yevgeniawatts.com/apad/

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