Morning dreams

Forgotten,
like a morning dream,
when we met,
shared our silence,
reminding me,
Sunlight can’t be grasped,
feel it with open hands,
breath can’t be held forever,
Love isn’t plucking a flower,
planting them is.

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Picture of the Day.

Poor beggar, he was so thirsty and someone offered him water. Thinking that humanity is still alive he made a cup out of his hands.

It tasted like nectar. “The shot is perfect.”, They left him, thinking what had just happened, yearning for more water.

Now he knew and he smiled. After all, it was his first photograph.