And then… …some pictures I took (and Instagrammed) during my trip to my village. In the sea, and shells, and the gravel, you’ll find Him. If not Him, you’ll find patterns. And that’s the same thing. All we ever wanted. A brown house, yellow flowers, and colorful dreams. Old dreams, like grains stored in a jar. I bring them out during winter. Because we’ve been together since childhood; climbing those trees, and riding those cycles. So much so that even the sunshine knows where to find our traces. Previous, Related Posts: About travelling, and writing of it: Emptying the Cup About photos that are poems: Because I Can Instagram About photos of a poet’s house: Ghalib Memorial Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like Loading... 4 thoughts on “And then…” Add yours I love love love the first pic and your caption. So true and so lovely. LikeLike Reply Thank you so much Morgan. 🙂 LikeLike Reply how blissful 🙂 LikeLike Reply 🙂 LikeLike Reply Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
I love love love the first pic and your caption. So true and so lovely.
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Thank you so much Morgan. 🙂
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how blissful 🙂
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