And fall said goodbye…
in the mists of sunrise,
on the first winter morning,
fading in the haze,
of forgotten meadows.
poetry copyright neha 2017/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to the weekly photo prompt by my talented friend and blogger Sue Vincent. #Writephoto
Your words
were like mists of spring
flickering gently on my heart
waking my mind
poem and image copyright neha 2016
Your words
were like mists of spring
flickering gently on my heart
waking my mind
image and poem copyright neha 2015
I like to get lost,
in the enchanted mists of my thoughts,
with you.
forgottenmeadows 