Winter – day6

Every foot print,

whispers  untold stories.

-Rupali

Apple blossoms

An apple tree stands alone for years.

Produces blossoms and apples.

No one cares but birds and bees.

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Water reflects present;

neither past nor future;

there resides beauty

 

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A unique bench

people sit here everyday

see reflection or dream.

Monday Blues & Monday Monochrome

At times there is nothing to hold on to  😦

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Rocks live in a society of seen unseen neighbours.

Patterns on every rock is colourful and complex just like human nature.

Poem: Among the Rocks  By Robert Browing

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,

This autumn morning! How he sets his bones

To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet

For the ripple to run over in its mirth;

Listening the while, where on the heap of stones

The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;

Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.

If you loved only what were worth your love,

Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:

Make the low nature better by your throes!

Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

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A wave interrupt the reflection. Still the house is quiet.

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Green bewitched me again and again,  still I look for more!

This is also my last entry for this week’s  Photo Challenge

 

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I am happy and I am sad. I see a beautiful boathouse and I think of millions without a place called home.

Does destiny exist?

 

 

 

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This world is but a canvas to our imagination ~Henry David Thoreau

My imagination

has no limit.

I see ART everywhere.