Thy melodic flute,
the peacock breaks into dance.
Showers of relief.
Linking with Photo Challenge #517
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
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