in the realm of ideas
be/ being// becoming
Friday, March 25, 2011
As the Sarod was played, the notes lifted the air. The cool wind blew the dried leaves up into the crimson sky. I had goosebumps. Oh! what a feeling. I smiled, closed my eyes and slipped away. Bismillah. Beauty.Love.Life.
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