Nothing. Posted bykrishnagoswami72May 31, 2026Posted inPhotos,sea, birds. animals, short poemsTags:Meditative journey, Photography, photoseries, stream of consciousness, Travel I needed to ask myself: What’s here? What’s left? What’s the point? Still I exist. The river is not the same. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related