Nomadic Skyline
Silent voices
traveling through uncertain dreams!
Have you ever seen the sky
during the evening prayer?
The colors of the water lilies
glowing in refection on that still pond water.
An open-ended story of an eternal time!
Where standstill time enchants the paintbrush strokes!
Time that does not define the everyday coffee mug
There are many more colors , yet to be born
in fatigues, in leisure time.
The sunset that, the twilight hue
stories scattering through a nomadic skyline!
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