Lost in the stars
Lying on our backs, in summer blankets, gazing at the dome of the sky, the stars and constellations sprayed like fine glitteri...
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The spirit resonating, with the dhak of dhol. The circle of life: the august arrival, the meaningful sojourn, the splendorous farewell... -
The rivulet flows above the hard rocks, meandering, snaking through the beaten tracks and trails scraping them slowly, turning stone t...
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Depth of reverence, soaking in the pious chant, like rhythm of rain drops. Linking with @baffled Haiku Challenge : depth ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.