photograph blurred and vignetted for this blog. Copyright lies with the model.
dedicated to all the women i know.
drenched in nostalgia, she smile
the fog indeed does magic to her
and she knows the time has come
sleepy eyes, incomprehensible
the greenery, teasing her senses
she walks, admiring her abode!
showered in bliss, she laughs
her head held high, daring a fight
assuring its alright, hiding chaos
soft and tender, she carries her warmth
expresses herself in a language unknown
among an austere crowd, aloof she lives!