We’re keeping us alive At the bottom of a river Vivid images of what once was Dispersed by the wind The shallow waters wash over the sediments Dragging them down with it Erasing us with each warm crimson red cover
It’s come down to a jungle, raft over river and thoughts about a boy that I like hanging out in the wild with my dear ones be it animals by my side this is how I wanna live life.
Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates. Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and gettingContinue reading “Lucky birds”
Pure as Ganga, there you stand before my eyes. 20141231