Shattered to pieces,
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.