November 7, 2009

"Virtuous sensibility, Escape velocity"



Misty morning tells me something,
I wonder if my coffee beans mean anything,
My black clouds seem boring,
Instead I turned to the white mist

I see purity,
I see peace..
I see all that is deceived.

4 comments:

  1. This is absolutely lovely and the picture goes exceptionally well with it.

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  2. even in that misty morning, we so longed for purity, for peace...:)

    very nice Rashmi!

    good morning...:)

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  3. Coffee on misty mornings, husshhhhhhh . . . i remember the past, nostalgia!

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