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Winter’s Feathered Dance

The onset of winter brings a quiet magic, a stillness that envelops the world and invites us to notice the smaller, gentler moments around u...

Sunday, June 7, 2020

They...

Before them, a kaleidoscope of memories.
Behind them, a beautiful life,
Between them, their silent connect.
Infinite conversations,
where,
words are rendered meaningless.




Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗
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4 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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