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Folds of Autumn

Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Brevity

Minimum, mostly.

Not the silver tongued,

eloquent speeches.

Love rarely needs words.


Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt

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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