An innocent running stream of fresh cold water,
The first silky ray of the tender morning sun,
Deep green waters of solitary seas,
The only line of golden lights shining in a dark cold night,
The sole long shadow that witnesses the orange setting sun,
The fallen eyelash of the most treasured eye,
The tears of sheer happiness after the much desired achievement
And a hand that runs through your hair caring the most….
Are all forms of a never ending and ever desired…nostalgia!
The Happy Prince
1 comment:
nice weaving of words and emotions
the nostalligic waves, the eys last glimpse, the warmth of the air, the fragrance of that pine glade that stood ion the snow clad peaks........ ufff u made me remember so many things
yashasvi
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