On a snowless winter’s walk..


With the air crisp and fresh, with nature in its sweet slumber. I enter this silent and beautiful world, a world of peace, where only those few endured are left. An empty canvas ready for my mind’s brush to paint its portrait. A cobwebbed violin waiting for its master to pick it up out of the corner and play a melody on it once more . As I walk , my world starts to take shape..



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