At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates.
Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life loses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday.
At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.
Picture location – M.P. , India.
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