Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.
Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.