french windows
on looking the greens
in a secluded corner of the city...
away from the hustle-bustle..
on a quiet slope
i hear the faint calling of different birds
smell the fragrance of different flowers
sitting in a room with french windows
only thing i hear is a silence
only thing i feel is a hiding heart beat
as i feel the stillness from the outside creeping into me
what is inside me now is what is outside me
tranquillity, equanimity
sitting in a room with french windows
posted by justme @ 8:25 AM
3 Comments:
i want to be there.
intense...very very intense...
gladiator
your hand will be stuck in the cookie jar if you take one too many at a time ....let go of a few...maybe just one...and 24 hours turn into 365 days
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