I collected stones from every turn of my life. Not really sure, whether these are souvenirs from the towns I passed by, or it's a way to atone for the roads that were not meant to be taken; It has been so long that now It feels heavy and can't be dragged anymore. A cart full of stones. Though It's hard to abandon those who walk alongside that too for long, But I think I shall leave, leaving them all Blue, Pink, Big and small ...
Sometimes I feel like the leaves of a roadside tree that rustle with the wind when someone passes by , as if I sing a welcome song for all those who came and went to the glimmering destinations catching a breath under my shade ; Playing with the winds of spring, summer and fall I too shall fall only to be crushed by those I welcomed, on their way back to home !