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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Growing up

Cotton candies to elaborate meals, 
in the twinkling of an eye, 
the whole paradigm shifts, 
Young and undaunted, 
the soulful song of spirit, 
forever crooning. 




Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 
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