The gold tinted azure skies,
spotless shade of blue,
the kind that hurts the eyes,
or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys...
The sun is always there,
in all its radiant glory.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.