Jun 2013
Under the canopy of trees
Spots of sunlight,
Figures cuddling like bees
A surrealistic sight!
An apparition like reality enacting a mime
As if they would be there and not move with time
I have been through it like forever
Holding onto it, scared to lose it ever
This winter morning Iām part of their game
Happy to be there frozen in the frame!
Spots of sunlight,
Figures cuddling like bees
A surrealistic sight!
An apparition like reality enacting a mime
As if they would be there and not move with time
I have been through it like forever
Holding onto it, scared to lose it ever
This winter morning Iām part of their game
Happy to be there frozen in the frame!
A winter morning scene in a faraway village where I chanced to be a part. The scene appeared to me like a surrealistic painting. Forever etched in my memory.
