hanging

the wind whistles

through the empty

branches. the leaves

are few and far between.

but still there.

hanging.

its weird isn’t it?

that the things we look at

can also

feel exactly like we do.

Photograph by Thomas Claeys

4 thoughts on “hanging”

Nandita January 29, 201812:22 pm Reply

Retrospection at its best! I am most impressed, Biko.

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1. Biko February 1, 20184:50 pm Reply
  
  Thank you so much Nandita. 🙂
  
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Varuna January 30, 20181:42 am Reply

This is pure love ❤

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1. Biko February 1, 20184:52 pm Reply
  
  Thank you Varuna. 💞✨
  
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