Rusted road
Quenches thirst
Thought pipes

Image given by & Submitted to Magpie Tales

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

34 thoughts on “Roads”

  1. Absolutely!!! When the road gets worn and rusty, thoughts and memories are the saving grace 🙂
    Beautifully put, in such few words! You did absolute justice to his picture here…

    • hmm, yes I think so too.. hopes, thoughts, memories.. they delay that rust I guess..
      thanks very much, Kavita, glad u liked it and I do hope I did absolute justice to Willow’s photograph..! 🙂

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