2013 image, Goa
In the middle of the
road
The travellers were
stuck
In the wintery chills
feeling there was
no end to the misery.
They crushed the patterns
the day before
their journey was about to end.
While digging the frosted
layers,
they squeezed
the warmth of expressions.
They were saved by grace.
~~payal~~
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"Squeezed the warmth of expressions" -- such an unexpected phrase!
ReplyDeleteSuch is life, Cara. :)
DeleteI like it. Short and to the point, and yet still powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lita. :)
DeleteAh, the pain of travelling!
ReplyDeleteIt's bittersweet! :)
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