Walking lone silent on the
highway befits solitary smile.
Perch on the seeming rotten
branch,
I see the dove.
For that intricate pattern of
beauty what I call,
The stunning dove.
For your serenity to the adjust
of lens onto your beauty what I call,
The honest.
The praise for the lost shot of
thy flapping wings makes me wonder,
My leisureliness.
A nice shot of the bird.
ReplyDeleteNow when I see a dove, I will see Sangay as well...
May you feel happy and free always.