Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...
Birds flutter, greens dance
to symphonic sunup songs,
resonant reggae.
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.