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the search for jim thompson

as daylight bleeds into the edges of mountains, and humans retreat to their deepest desires,
we searched through the fog, for the enigmatic trails of a traveler,
halfway across the world he came
and he disappeared...

[#] coming next...

Comments

Alok said…
true sense of loss is wht i can feel thru this

lovely words "as daylight bleeds into the edges of mountains, and humans retreat to their deepest desires

alok
Jeevan said…
great thought.
Kavi said…
I am back mate ! And catching up..!

Wonderful post. As usual. You are far more talented than you ever imagined !
Alok said…
Happy Friendship day

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