Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
A slight gravid pause,
carousel at the peak-point.
Wild breezy laughters.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.