Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.