Overcast day, the sky weeps hard.
Trickling rivulet beyond yard,
gathers all tears, glistens like shard.
Wild, raw and impassioned freedom.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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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