Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Birdsongs fill the air.
Dirt, leaves and twigs on the porch—
clouds wash it for me.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.