a sweet, summery breeze
enveloped by nostalgia in the air
and flashbacks of flowers in your hair.
a melody of butterflies flutter,
you see them off to your right
you breathe in the warm weather
and you soak in the light.
moved by the sounds, so serene
and touched by the longing
of days gone by, no longer seen.
like it was all a dream. ~j.k
I called Isha and told her of this. She made fun of me and we laughed. She was busy and said she’ll come later. I got online and talked to all my friends that I talk to every day. I searched through my profile and also talked to most people online. Then came Isha with her daily routine, asking for any writing; mainly a poem. I wasn’t able to get rid of her request, and so, I wrote her one. And so we continued our talk online. Now that I have got online apart from my wish, I have to shorten it down. I have to go offline more time and explore the wonders of nature, wherever and whenever I possibly can. I hope I get at least that done. Good night.
Photo Credits: @amazingwolfs