In bewitching hours,
flame within, ignites the bored.
Feisty, carved gourds smile.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
After every downpour, life quietly resumes—hungry creatures forage, grey skies linger, and unexpected beauty finds its place among the passi...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.