In a quiet corner of the winter there is a drought that rests in ominous cracks of sapless thoughts. Thirst. Meanwhile, not too far, life sheds her excess. Fallen. Resting on the ground, juicy fruits wait stoically for a hungry someone. Thirsty for this hunger, hunger quenches this thirst.
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
I am a singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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Wonderful first shot; great title as well.
Thank you!
Prashant I like what you have done here! Your photos are always so beautiful! and you already know your words well…you know… 🙂
Thank you Maureen. 🙂
You are welcome 🙂
“life sheds her excess”
I feel like this is going to be stuck in my brain for while. It’s such a beautiful description 🙂
Thank you Tanya. I thought it was quite clever too. 😀