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
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 ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.