At times
sometimes , like now
all this breath taking beauty
from the valleys of flowers ,
from the meadows in Alps ,
from sweat glistening
on the skin of a laboring human being ,
from the snow white clouds
breaking away from the blue skies ,
from every nothing and something
descends here to be
to be me .
Why ?
2 comments:
I love the scope and breath of this idea. I love lingering over these words.
Thank you , Patricia .
Just a bit of day dreaming .
Akash
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