Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Excerpts from the diary of a sun kissed soul

.. and For a moment I wasn't there. There was only the sun that shined red declaring its departure. There was only the relentless wind that blew just enough to give me a high. There was only the horizon that spoke in languages I did not know existed. And there was just the landscape that was more beautiful than anything that I had ever seen, felt or experienced before. If 'Love' ever took a manifestation in physical form: what I was witnessing then, would be it.
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