Moving Shadows

Beads of time

Courtesy of the author

Summer, it is so delicious to stay under the trees
In the moving shadows, caressed by the breeze.
No thoughts, just sensations, prolonging eternity.

A glass of white wine on the table, condensation
Forming droplets sliding on the small transparent
Globe. Distant echoes, colorful bubbles slipping in memory,
Magical moments, a taste of…