Friday, April 22, 2011

Little blue

While walking one day, I saw a little piece of sky stuck on the bare branches of a tree. Were they friends, or had the tree fallen in love with the sky and asked for it to stay back, gently float in its arms. Or was it a tired, fatigued chunk, taking a little rest.. replenishing itself. Swinging in warm safety, nestled close to the tree. Whispering a tiny song.

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