As Time Flies

A walk to remember Chirping birds, Burbling stream, Rustling leaves, Exist but in a dream. Roaring excavators, Pounding hammers, Clanking metal, I hear. Longing to hear – The swish of breeze, Music of dancing trees, The gong of a temple from far Spare me- Please, no more of the fancy cars. Searching for the giggles while Children play, Gadgets or gizmos have taken The childhood away. Lost is the voice of a friend, Tapping the QWERTY - The new music in trend. All is lost in the noise, So, I hear no sounds If there was a choice I’d rather rebound.

painting by David Ligare We are different As you, all can see, However, our shadows gel, Rendering inseparable - ‘WE’. As I look up Empty space is all That I can see. When you look down towards me Your blushing face is- All I can feel. We may not be appealing together However, Life is beyond what eyes can see. You and me Inseparable - WE More at  Magpie tales

courtesy -  PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods Oh, moon!  I know  You are not  Addicted to loneliness  Be defiant  For once  Let the power  Of closeness  Scrap through your filth  Lay bare  Your reservations  Next time you meet the stars

It started with a pound. She thought  She heard a sound It was cling Followed by a clang It had fallen on the ground. courtesy -  clipartguide