The Edge Of The Forest…

I reached the edge of the forest now,

The air was so thin,

The trees left behind seem to be so ghostly.

Than the outer world,

Which seemed to be so delicate like a rose petal.

I came to the real world,

Realized the moon and the stars,

That I created in my dreams,

Are created by a creator who made the winds blow.

Every breath I breathe,

Was pumped into my lungs by Him.

The light that shine on my face and the day,

Is the sun giving us the warmth,

With all His love for us to stay…

Pimmi Nag
© 2018
Artwork Painted by
Pimmi Nag
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