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
A small monsoon moment—rain-soaked greenery, petrichor rising from warm stone, and a humble plate of fritters turning weather into memory. S...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.