Wednesday, July 27, 2011

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~~~

Nazia Mallick said...

Thanks Jan!