Beneath the evening sky

You touched the lines on my palm
Tracing my fate with your fingertips
And the sun like a migrant oriole disappeared
Leaving a crimson trail above the shimmering waves
The mist dripped through the twigs...
But we gathered the twilight in our arms.

Photo Courtesy- A friend.
Location -Goa


Jan said…
This is so beautiful~~~

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