A river runs through it
A solitary Coracle – Homeward bound
As the sun sets, and birds find their nests,
The river she stills, holds onto her breath,
The crickets chirp - no longer heard,
The hush of the night sky – starlight burst.
(Photographs taken at The Doddamakali Fishing and Nature Camp)
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