Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Home is not a place remembered, but a feeling renewed—the hills, the rain, and a quiet welcome waiting before you arrive.
Hamlet -
misty vales,
glistening green hills,
rain greets my arrival.
Home.
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.