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A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

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Thursday, July 25, 2024

The bench in the park

Sunshines and the storms.
The wooden bench in park, 
splintered with time,
bears witness to it all.


Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 
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