Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Sycamore

As the falling rain trickles among the stones memories come bubbling out. It's as if the rain had pierced my temples. Streaming streaming chaotically come memories: the reedy voice of the servant telling me tales of ghosts. They sat beside me the ghosts and the bed creaked that purple-dark afternoon when I learned you were leaving forever, a gleaming pebble from constant rubbing becomes a comet. Rain is falling falling and memories keep flooding by they show me a senseless world a voracious world--abyss ambush whirlwind spur but I keep loving it because I do because of my five senses because of my amazement because every morning, because forever, I have loved it without knowing why. ~ Claribel Alegría - 1924-2018

かわかわと 大きくゆるく 寒鴉 Kawa kawa to/ Ookiku yuruku/ Samu-garasu “Cawa-cawa” In a large and loose way, The winter crow.