Sunday, 4 January 2026

Peachy sky

A peachy sky cajoled the greys and blues holding a wan moon in their arms.. 

the wind danced in refreshing abandon, pushing the unseen clouds swarming around.. 

the fog moved in with a heavy tread, reflecting the environment in our minds.. 

like a single thought removing any clarity, making it hard to see, densening with attached stories rioting alongside.. drawing reactions to lash out blindly.. 

if we accept the infinite facets of nature.. why limit ourselves with labels and names and stamps.. 

the rising sun and waning moon, all fragments created in our minds..
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