Thoughts

Seated by the narrow walkway
Amongst the peaceful dwellings
Filled with dreams and rising aroma of freshly baked kubz (a kind of bread)
Watching the world pass by
Reminiscing about
What could have been
Or
Where one might have been?

untitled-38

Advertisements

Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s