@Gianna96 7 October 2022 more from that month

Reflection. As the sun fades, I see an old man in a tree near Prashant. What draws me to him. Pakk Kesh Alem looked at me with a strange look. An unknown book in his hand. I want to touch his feet and get down. The scene is then deleted. I looked at the clouds and got the image of a new poem. The old passenger looked at me with a smile on his face.