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Sometimes the greatest joys begin before the first raindrop falls—folded paper boats, hopeful skies, and childhood waiting for nature to kee...

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Bliss

Sweet bliss, 

beneath the surface of night, 

and then, 

hushed, hasty unveiling

of the rosy dawn.

Ah! The reminisces.


Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge


Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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