Thee showers us with grace.
All cosmos in embrace,
ever beside.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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.