Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
And 'tis such a cliché to hear that storms don't last forever,
no they don't, but strong, persistent men - flamed, impassioned men do.
Courageously, boldly, patiently chasing their cherished dreams.
Linking with Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry
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.