Hanging roots

In the spirals of creation, we meet again— two faces carved from the same breath of light. Your soul is the river, mine the shore, forever touching, never apart. Through shadow and bloom, we dissolve into each other, an endless hymn written on the skin of eternity.

A picture of the religious place Banaras is shown on the banks of the river ganga. Temples along a ghat are beautifully painted in red ,yellow, orange and blue boats on the banks at the ganga are also painted in blue.