She said.
And I want to hear pebbles under my feet.
And I want to stand in a cave of tall trees.
And I want the sunlight to trickle in and sparkle on my face.
And I want to hear the sound of the dried leaves rustling in the silence as the wind blows.
And there would be cool shade.
And there would be a pleasant breeze.
And there would be a lake.
And there would be a road.
And it would be dark; slowly, carefully winding its way through the shade of the tall green.
And there would be nothing else.
And nothing but everything would be sound.
And I want to hear pebbles under my feet.
And I want to stand in a cave of tall trees.
And I want the sunlight to trickle in and sparkle on my face.
And I want to hear the sound of the dried leaves rustling in the silence as the wind blows.
And there would be cool shade.
And there would be a pleasant breeze.
And there would be a lake.
And there would be a road.
And it would be dark; slowly, carefully winding its way through the shade of the tall green.
And there would be nothing else.
And nothing but everything would be sound.
6 comments:
i shall comment on this later.
no.
this is not a comment.
is this another manifestation of your pebble fixation?
@xiamaze - okay.
@priyanka - not mine. hers.
thank you.
The picture doesn't do justice to the discordant words.
I liked it. the words evoke a picture of rocky romania, dont know why. And the lake just made me think of Lake Snagov for some reason. maybe i am inadvertently adding depth to your already manifested thoughts.
Oh well, but i like this all the same :-)
@xiamaze - my pleasure.
@astraeus - thanks.
but, you don't need to go romania for this.
it's all there here itself.
:)
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