pounded by rain, shine…
elements crushing seed’s code…
still I bloom red, soft.
now maybe the dark
envelopes all I believed
but warmth lingers, light
in my veins: a story
of days on the horizon,
blooming life anew.

pounded by rain, shine…
elements crushing seed’s code…
still I bloom red, soft.
now maybe the dark
envelopes all I believed
but warmth lingers, light
in my veins: a story
of days on the horizon,
blooming life anew.

Wonderful capture dear Ruth
Thank you, Kamal. You’ve got some beautiful captures yourself. Glad to see your face here…