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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...

Monday, July 15, 2024

The mark of love

Dewdrops glistening.
On purple skin of twilight,
handful of diamonds.
The kiss of moonbeams on earth,
beautiful, the mark of love.


Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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