I can hear clearly when I am surrounded by timeless river breeze…
Always looking deep into the skies, One wonder’s what I use to write.
It seems hidden memories of time gone by, a poignant evening set in.
During hours of darkness, fairies arrive.
Not seen by many, they stay all night, In the pure air around me;
I can suddenly feel, and realize everything is within my reach.
I graciously accept best in my life.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Hidden curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
Feature Image Courtesy: Sue Vincent
© Anjali Sharma, Positive Side Of The Coin