Belief

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

Wandering,

in the midst,

eclipsed amongst crowds,

feel safe among unknowns,

a point that revolves back,

an afternoon,

long forgotten,

in summer’s blisterik* heat,

momentous euphoria,

casting its wings,

on parched souls.

Emptiness,

stark naked,

in wholesome fields,

daylight captures,

moonlit night,

riding on,

fireflies wings,

solitary dreams,

held together,

in web of,

gossamer light.

55 words

blisterik* :- my invented word, which means scorching.

Linking it to writephoto challenge hosted by KL Caley, the above photo is the prompt and also OLN at dVerse.

Na Po Wri Mo day 21 guidelines :-

Choose an abstract noun from the list below, and…