Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
A welcome glint
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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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.