A flickering flame,
Dusty wings trace its contours,
In a rhythm of rest.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rest
Dusty wings trace its contours,
In a rhythm of rest.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rest
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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