Overcast grey skies,
peacocks cavorting blithely.
Distant from Thyself,
soaked in nectar of Thy name,
my heart sings Thy sweet glories.
Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.