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.
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.
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This is absolutely lovely and the picture goes exceptionally well with it.
even in that misty morning, we so longed for purity, for peace...:)
very nice Rashmi!
good morning...:)
Coffee on misty mornings, husshhhhhhh . . . i remember the past, nostalgia!
Very sweet post :)
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