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The pulse of freedom

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...

Saturday, June 1, 2024

When love turns the key

Love is the answer,
for walls thick with verdigris, 
and doors stiff with rust.
Spring dances on the porch. 



Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.