25.October.18


Hiding away in their rooms, screenagers, under bed tents, light their focused faces with artificial glow.

From this sheltered place, illumination is received, rays over listric slopes an image worthy to know.

Life can veer off course even when close to home; a dirigible one can find peace even in foreign spots.

Will memories turn fugacious or will they warmly last? No glass between eyes and skies frees awe from mind knots. : )

Categories: Melange

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