The gold tinted azure skies,
spotless shade of blue,
the kind that hurts the eyes,
or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys...
The sun is always there,
in all its radiant glory.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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