Namaskar
Deepest reverence, that a simple, sacred courtesy can offer. Syllables of greeting, sound of spirits, rhythm of souls. A quest, beyon...
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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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Lanterns light the night, gala greetings float in air. Oh! I yearn for you. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPr... -
Over the river and through deep dark woods, yonder the city skyline, spread of winding roadways. Linking with RonovanWrites ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.