Long forgotten are winding roads,
And purple sunsets over oceans cold,
I count the days in ticks and tocks,
Kindling the fire with memories old.
And purple sunsets over oceans cold,
I count the days in ticks and tocks,
Kindling the fire with memories old.
Clicked at Sea Cliff Bridge, Sydney
It make me feel sad.
I love this haunting piece. Time just keeps drifting on…
Great and yet a bit sad feeling to look at that picture and read your beautiful poem… Loved it:-)
Ah, to reminisence when we are old…hopefully they will be filled with good and better memories rather than seemingly empty ones. The photo fits perfectly with the poem! 🙂 <
Ah, a picture in the spirit of reflection, Rajalakshimi!
The picture and the lines make this so haunting,in a good way I mean !
Random Thoughts Naba..A Monday Morning Brawl…
I love how your words added such a depth of meaning to that picture, Rajlakshmi!
i think the right word is poignant… I always feel a little afraid while reading such thoughts.. a fear of how close my future may be to this
Oh, this is beautiful in a sad way! The words complement the picture perfectly!
Oh this is so lovely and haunting. For some reason my mom (who suffers from dementia) came into my head.