The chant of thy name,
our yearnings satiated.
Faltering beings,
born of dust, to dust we fade.
Thou alone our salvation!
Welfare unto all
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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.