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.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thomas Claeys
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.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thomas Claeys
Retrospection at its best! I am most impressed, Biko.
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Thank you so much Nandita. 🙂
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This is pure love ❤
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Thank you Varuna. 💞✨
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