Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...

Saturday, June 8, 2019

A dash of hope

Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.


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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.