Saturday, 31 December 2016

Fresh Rhythms

Fading away, parting as tears fall with a fear that there is no return, it starts to brighten up and slowly gets closer with a pure hope that the present will always be magical.

When only she rises and turns, she feels the fresh rhythms, standing firmly, breathing deeply, she walks ahead, a half smile looking good on her face. Cheers!

2 comments:

  1. This is how i really wanted to begin, i will owe all my freshness of the coming year to you, wish you a year as creative as you are. :) :) :)

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  2. Fabulous! :-) And thank you for your lovely wishes.

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