Running in circles, spinning spree,
trapped in rules, yearning to be free,
vague course, broken dreams, jumbled scree.
Bound within, walking without chains.
Linking this ovi for prompt trap ...
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.