The embers smoulder,
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.
Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry
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.