A hope, in expectation and anticipation, is the longing and desire by the belief in the possibility of its occurrence; as in darkness, a dim light glitters along the path.
The scent reminds me that you have gone.
The mirage … a city skyscraper
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ephemeral.”
They blossom then wither,
They fall on ground and become dust.
Dedicate this post to all blogs I follow, if I don’t read you blog recently, it is only because I don’t have enough spare time, for that I feel so sorry…
Dedicate the last picture to Philosopher Mouse of Hedge