Sometimes the setting sun spills across the horizon like a tilted tub of molten orange peel ice cream.
Lap it up. Lovingly.
And everything else that overflowed with it.
The confused moments.
The pointless words.
The half-framed sentences.
The unborn thoughts.
The suppressed sighs.
The broken dreams.
Nestlings still await your return, seeking strength through the sunless hours.
Light a lamp.
Kindle the flame.
Whatever gave light without burning itself out!
Again your utterances ... caressing me spellbound with the very honesty of Truth.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your loving words :)
DeleteBeauty is Truth, truth beauty.Do you agree ? Sometimes I do. Friendship is both truth and beautiful. You are my friend and so shall remain till the last day of my life. May the Almighty give you strength and endurance to overcome all odds.
ReplyDeleteBeauty is truth, truth beauty - yes, true sometimes, I think. I value your friendship and your love. Thank you for your kind words and loving wishes...
DeleteAbsolutely mesmerizing! Regained my lost hope and inner strength 🥺❤🙌🏻✨
ReplyDeleteWith you. Thank you for reading :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a delicious description of the sunset...... And the mindfulness that followed,filled up my heart to the brim with poise n peace....dear Ragpicker
ReplyDeleteThank you for your beautiful words. I am happy to learn that you enjoyed your visit to the Ragpicker's Diary. Will look forward to hearing more from you in future. Thanks, again..
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