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:)Thoughts are ephemeral.Sometimes I capture them in sketches and clicks and sometimes I simply pen them down.Here you'll find my sketches and clicks along with the thematic writes about whatever I think and feel.
Love the idea of dandelion seed freeing the imagination. I always call them wish flowers because I always pick them and blow their little white seeds away making a wish when I do.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Kathy. "Wish flowers.." sounds interesting. :)
DeleteNice and powerful haiku. I have lots of dandelions planted around my house.
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DeleteYour words weave beautiful image Payal. It took me back to leisurely summer vacation days of my childhood...
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Reshma. :)
Deletesublime ! evokes me of my innocent childhood days !
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DeleteLovely Payal
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Deletesome where reminds//
ReplyDelete'flower petals
set the mountain in motion
dandelions
means a lot.. thanks!:)
DeleteThat takes me back - a long ways! Beautiful haiku!
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DeleteI cannot explain but it was pleasing haiu
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DeleteWe all will be Back to innocence one day..
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DeleteIt's is so delicately beautiful, Payal di. Dandelions touch the window sills in yet-to-be-born-dreams - dust that the last night's Orion left as the prophecy of Spring. The church bells trickle down with songs that flew from your mauve nail paint....
ReplyDeleteSaima ! a gem..much love to you dear. :)
DeleteI loved your metaphorical reference here ... beautifully essayed.
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