02032021 - 61/365 - Twilight feelings Feeling the gentle cool breeze, Coming across the vast placid lake, From the mountains already in silhouette, I sat on the wooden bench, Looking at the setting sun, with myriad of contrasting colours. The waves reflected sparkling stars I couldn't close my eyes Lest I should fall asleep A warm breeze touched me from behind I could smell her, but I didn't turn my head For the fear of her vanishing again from my life. (Read full in Caption) 02032021 - 61/365 - Twilight feelings Feeling the gentle cool breeze, Coming across the vast placid lake, From the mountains already in silhouette, I sat on the wooden bench, Looking at the setting sun, with myriad of contrasting colours.
