Story Of You And Me
Like the bubbles released from captivity we flew up and down, directed by the course of wind. Like two independent souls that day we hum all the tunes we knew. Hand in hand and feet hardly on the ground we were free spirits that day. How often do you see two butterflies floating along with a song in their heart and spreading the cheer. Two colourful flowers we were on that day. Life held colours of rainbow for us all the way just that one day. Rest of the black and white days will pass on … in the memory of this rainbow day, till the rain and sunshine meet again. This is the story of you and me.
Anamika …
Reblogged this on PENCLIFF and commented:
For my Pencliff friends 😊
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wonderfully romantic and pictures to match!
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Thank you Orvillewrong. The intention was not of romantic just togetherness or closeness. Really appreciate your view too.
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Very moving, a reminder to embrace fleeting joy and connection.
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Exactly… You said it all librepaley. Thank you for saying it in such simple terms.
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Nice. All stories should be this way.
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Thanks much Darnell. Yes, wish all stories were this way.
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Wonderful story & stunning images!
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Thank you Megala ji. Really appreciate for telling what you liked.
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reminds of those days they flown into air,
like the breeze on the dessert,
comes down and settle like the feather of the sparrow,
The story never ends..never forgotten,,
cherished everytime, the sparrow meet with an arrow!!
Hunters never let the bird set free,
Hitting again and again.
Still the bleeding sparrow writes the story with it’s blood.
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Hahaha … This itself has become a sheer poetry AP. Really good. Thank you.
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thanks much Ana..
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epdi pokuthu…
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Wonderful story perky….a remembrance of joy.
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Yes Chirpy. You said it. 😊
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