My Pictures: Taken this evening , Songhua River, Harbin, China.

Away from the crowds,
I found the snow people.
Once snowflake beautiful,
now silent and waiting for the longest night.

Just moments before,
made with tiny hands and love.
And wishing fame would last for ever.

Now those clouds, war horses on the march…
will have their day.

At first, they would not talk to me
but I reached to the clouds.
I wanted to know what the snow people
thought about life and death.

The British one found me and whispered in my ear……

“ Why are you here… there is only endless change, and no destinations”.