Monday, June 7, 2010

IF : Trailing thoughts




Like the perfume of a crushed flower, tree branches dancing silently in the distance, like the rhythm of a fountain and the ripples and silences around it or the call of a solitary bird one late afternoon, leading the mind onto a trail of thoughts.

3 comments:

Christine said...

love the little frog, very dreamy!

Sayantan Halder said...

oooo nice..... and she is beautiful...... like u annie

The Boy Who Tamed a Bullet said...

nice annie....looks like an honest attempt...