Talking to Myself

Closed eyes reveals myself more than eyes wide open. Adnan Kakazai.

A golden evening

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Les Gets, Ski Resort in Rhone-Alps, South Eastern France by Jean-Michel BAUD

A golden evening
Of
Sun, snow, breeze, lights
And
You walking with me
By just holding
The tip of my
Index finger
By the slightest
And
The softest of
Touch

Breeze whistling
Through ears
Cutting through
Our bodies
Inside out

Snow leaving
Marks of feet
As we moved
With a voice
Resonating
With the beat
Of our hearts
And
The thinking
Of our minds

Eyes
Doing the
Talking
As we
Walked
On layers and layers
Of snow

Surrounding silence
And tranquility
Offered the only
Language
To be tuned
In between
Our souls
Our presence
With each other
At that time

Hands not
Accepting any gloves
As the
Touch
Of the two fingers
Kept us
Walking and walking
Till the golden light
Of the sky
Turned
To a glorious night
With stars
Accompanying us
To
Within
Ourselves
Within
Each
Other
Soulfully

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Author: Adnan Kakazai

A hobbyist photographer who likes to travel...

4 thoughts on “A golden evening

  1. Sweetly romantic, beautifully laid out, perfect photo. I like this a lot! hugs, pat

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