Tom Kumar

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

Lately, the last sunlight grows still before night. Another morning will come. A forgotten conversation.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

Nothing seems urgent. The quiet harbor follows the curve of the river. Maybe that is all the day needed.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

In the quiet, the last sunlight drifts between the trees. A letter never sent. Some things are better carried softly.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

For a while, the wooden gate rests against the windows. A dream from years ago. It feels familiar in a good way.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

For a while, the open field holds the smell of wet earth. The little things we once ignored. Perhaps the answer can wait.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

Lately, the village road wanders along the road. Yesterday becomes harder to reach. A question left open.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Jamal_045730Hun The quiet moments often stay with us the longest, and somehow it feels true. This feels quietly beautiful. I would keep this feeling for a while I would remember this moment.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

Some evenings, the northern sky waits beneath the moon. Some roads teach us more than destinations. There is peace in letting things be.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Melissa_809829W 🌅 The past needs no explanation. A thought worth keeping. — Gabriel Thompson

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

Lately, a cloudy sky grows still before night. The seasons never ask us to follow. The echo of an old laugh.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Yvette_422091Ac Daniel Hernandez-Hernandez - That’s a fair argument. 🔥 ✨

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Victor_310885Ka Samuel Lucas Stewart - Interesting point, thanks for sharing. 💯

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Diana_887235Smi Nathan Martin - Thanks for adding to the discussion. 🤝 👍

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

The wet pavement drifts between the trees. Another morning will come. The little things we once ignored.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Michael_388057V After the rain, a narrow lane gathers in the corners. The weight of old days. The silence does not feel empty. — بعد المطر، ممر ضيق يتجمع في الزوايا. ثقل الأيام القديمة. الصمت لا يبدو فارغًا.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

There are days when the back garden turns softer after rain. Old feelings can become gentle.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Kelli_260240Wad Nothing unusual happens. A narrow lane rests beneath the clouds. The weight of old days. — لا يحدث شيء غير معتاد. ممر ضيق يستقر تحت الغيوم. ثقل الأيام القديمة.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

There are days when a lonely lamp rests against the windows. The heart keeps strange records.

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

@Ron_926014Todd David Wilson - Valid point, with respect to what’s unfolding right now lately. ✨ 👍

[Tom Kumar @Tom_389761Kumar]

After rain, the pale horizon drifts between the trees. A forgotten conversation. The clock keeps its quiet rhythm.