Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Eventually,
the spotlight shines on us.
Jingles resonate,
excerpts from life. '' ''
Mayhaps symphonic sonnets...
perchance dissonant dribblings...
...
we decide our echoes.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #259
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.