All along the untrodden paths of the future, holding and hiding the sun of dreams in my palms, I keep on moving.
December evening, thousands of needles they pierce through the body, but I keep on moving.
Life is incessant, only forms change.
Fauna and flora, nature….
Everything is in a continuous change, so I keep on moving.
Dreams in my eyes, eagerness to absorb all new and old, so I keep on moving.
This is a response to the#writephoto Prompt – untrodden curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
Feature Image Courtesy: Sue Vincent
© Anjali Sharma, Positive Side Of The Coin