White as milk
In deep meditation
On top of hills…
Like silver foil on top of trees,
There is just something beautiful about you,
You only can tell, How do I forget you?
In my childhood I used to enjoy butterflies of winter,
I remember I was two when I first time experienced you.
I was in my dad’s arm.
And it was the cold night.
Snow was falling,
so much like stars.
Only you can tell
How do I forget you?
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Snowfall curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
Feature Image Courtesy: Sue Vincent
© Anjali Sharma, Positive Side Of The Coin