Long winding never ending, centered around me
It may be
Desolate with intermittent laughter
Spread around valleys of blue silences
They may be
Of longing of love and of wating
In this story book of lifeIt is my story to tell.
As long stretches of empty cranes stood waiting, for the last of the Ganesha's to bid adieu, I felt my eyes welling up from a sadness th...